Best Poems About / On BROTHER
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They Call Them Brothers
They call them brothers,
The color blue will tell
They call them brothers
They fight and hit and yell.
They call them brothers
The spit and burp, lots of gas
They call them brothers
You get them and you don't even ask.
They call them brothers
The ones who humble you
They call them brothers
They think differently than girls do.
They call them brothers
And although they sometimes fight with me
They are MY brothers
I love them till eternity.
Marissa Gertmenian
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WHY WE FIGHT
We all fight for one thing
we don't fight for our country
we don't fight for family back home
We fight for our brother's
We fight for the guy's that are to our left and right
that is why we american soldier's fight
For we are a band of brothers
our bonds are greater than any others
our bonds are bonds forged threw war
Our bonds mean a lot to us
we would fight for our brothers
we would die for our brothers
We would save our brothers
we would do anything to keep our brothers safe
we care greatly for our brothers in arms
For our bonds are bonds forged by war
Cause we fight for one thing
For our brothers in arms
Daniel Bielke
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Sleeping for the Flag
When our boys come home in triumph, brother,
With the laurels they shall gain;
When we go to give them welcome, brother,
We shall look for you in vain.
We shall wait for your returning, brother,
Though we know it cannot be;
For your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.
Sleeping to waken
In this weary world no more;
Sleeping for your true-lov'd country, brother,
Sleeping for the flag you bore.
You were the first on duty, brother,
When "to arms" your leader cried--
You have left the ranks forever, brother,
You have laid your armies aside.
From the awful scenes of battle, brother,
You were set forever free,
When your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath that southern tree.
You have cross'd the clouded river, brother,
To the mansions of the best,
"When the wicked cease from troubling," brother,
"And the weary are at rest."
Surely we would not recall you, brother,
But the tears flow fast and free,
When we think of you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.
Henry Clay Work
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My brother
My brother
My brother is my keeper
My brother is my best friend
My brother is my pain
My brother is my hero
To take life
To have life
My brother did both
He is the source of all evil
The good in every evil
He lay down at let life fly
When he arise he wants to die
To take life to a new heights
My brother is my keeper
My brother is my best friend
My brother is my pain
My brother is my hero
He does things that hurt me so bad
That I wish he would die
He punishes me for the simplest thing
Thats when I turn mean
He tells on me to mother
When I do nothing at all
My brother is my keeper
My brother is my best friend
My brother is my pain
My brother is my hero
He is my best friend
My friend that would do anything for me
From taking a life
To giving CPR
Stand next to me from thick and thin
Until the end of our time
My brother is my keeper
My brother is my best friend
My brother is my pain
My brother is my hero
He is my keeper
My keeper that feeds me
That helps me make decisions
He is were my home is
He will take a bullet, or knife
To throat
He is my and all ways will be my keeper
My brother Lamont
My brother is my keeper
My brother is my best friend
My brother is my pain
My brother is my hero
Terry Coates
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