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The Palatine

In the 'Dark Ages'

'Have you been with the King to Rome,
Brother, big brother?'
'I've been there and I've come home.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'Oh, how high is Caesar's house,
Brother, big brother?'
'Goats about the doorways browse;
Night-hawks nest in the burnt roof-tree.
Home of the wild bird and home of the bee,
A thousand chambers of marble lie
Wide to the sun and the wind and the sky.
Poppies we find amongst our wheat
Grow on Caesar's banquet seat.
Cattle crop and neat-herds drowse
On the floors of Caesar's house.'

'But what has become of Caesar's gold,
Brother, big brother?'
'The times are bad and the world is old
Who knows the where of the Caesar's gold?
Night comes black o'er the Caesar's hill;
The wells are deep and the tales are ill;
Fireflies gleam in the damp and mold-
All that is left of the Caesar's gold.
Back to your play, little brother.'

'What has become of the Caesar's men,
Brother, big brother?'
'Dogs in the kennel and wolf in the den
Howl for the fate of the Caesar's men,
Slain in Asia, slain in Gaul,
By Dacian border and Persian wall.
Rhineland orchard and Danube fen
Fatten their roots on Caesar's men.'

'Why is the world so sad and wide,
Brother, big brother?'
'Saxon boys by their fields that bide
Need not know if the world is wide.
Climb no mountain but Shere-end Hill,
Cross no water but goes to mill.
Ox in the stable and cow in the byre,
Smell of the wood-smoke and sleep by the fire;
Sun-up in seed-time a likely lad
Hurts not his head that the world is sad.
Back to your play, little brother.'
Willa Sibert Cather

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My Brother’s A Charver

My brother’s a charver,
he has all the known traits.
He summarizes everything
that everybody hates.

My brother’s a charver,
he’s into all the brands.
He’s lazy, fat and useless,
forever making demands.

My brother’s a charver,
he wears the Rockport shoes.
It definitely isn’t arguable,
just look for all the clues.

My brother’s a charver,
he has a Berghaus coat.
The worst thing is he thinks he’s hard,
and loves to try and gloat.

My brother’s a charver,
Henri Lloyd, Fred Perry and bling.
Standing on street corners,
dissing everything.

My brother’s a charver,
drinks and smokes and swears.
Has to be a label
in everything he wears.

My brother’s a charver,
he has the golden chain.
The one thing he doesn’t own
is a normal, human brain.

My brother’s a charver,
he has the usual ASBO.
Earned from mugging OAP’s,
and vandalising the Metro.

My brother’s a charver,
a Daddy by sixteen.
Only remembered the condom,
when the baby’s head was seen.

My brother’s a charver,
has a gang of mindless friends.
Doesn’t have emotions,
he only ever pretends.

My brother’s a charver,
doesn’t know how to speak.
A fully English sentence,
takes him nearly a week.

My brother’s a charver,
he loves senseless songs.
There is nowhere in society
where my brother belongs.
Dan Brown

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Sometimes I wonder,
What makes us so thick,
I sit and pounder
Why we cant ever part

Just then I remember
Our vey own secret
Spanning years so younger
When around mama's sweet meal we sat

When just like thunder
Emotions clash
Oh, I recall mamas face gone sour
Hoping to control another fight

And yet content only to prayer
Knowing the folly of taking sides
Because of course we are brothers
And brothers fight

In the day we fought
But brothers we still are
In the night we fight
Such and endless tide

Woe betides any woman
To have the four of us
But mama did
Having no other

In the house
Fight we did
When we go outside
Woe on any
To raise a hand any
Of the brothers
Because we are brothers,
And brothers protect brothers

And guess that's what make the sword sharper
imoh richard

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Brothers, Sisters

I don’t care what skin you’re in
You’re my brother
And I love you

I don’t care how messed up its bin
You’re my sister
And I love you

The past
Its history
He’s won the victory
You’re my brother
My sister
I love you

South African
Through and through
Should have Gone through pain and sorrow with you
My brothers and sisters
I love you

I watched as people discriminated
They ostracized
The pride
The pain
My brother
My sister
Love hurts

But by Christ we see
It’s the only way it should be
Sacrifice fuels our hearts
It sets us ablaze
For you
I will risk it

Our citizenship
On paper- False
But in our hearts- the rebirth certificate
A citizenship not of this world

Made one by Christ
We’re together
No more divides
My brother and sister
I love you

How can I just stand by?
How can I live my life without loving you?
You’re my brother
You’re my sister
And I love you

By his scars we are made one
By his bruises set free
He accepts us as we are
Broken and battered
He loves us at the greatest cost
So why should I hold back?
How can I?

With such knowledge all I can do is love you
My brother and my sister
Jessica Nobubele Frame

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