Brother

Through the tear in his shirt I can feel his hurt

a homeless man' mumbles in my voice

Stigmatized eyes I avert, knowing we all red blood do spurt

We're a part of each other, not by choice

Where his hood had been I could see my skin

all children cry, and all people lie

In a convict's eyes, I recognize... in him my sin

All of us will have to die

Whether a cripple's walk or a president's talk

Both have a mother

each other we mock but we're of the same stalk

He is my brother

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

You've got a real empathy, Soren. Love your work.

[Soren]

Your words are most appreciated John

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful piece Soren. Touched me to the cure. If only more people thought that way. A poem of great compassion.

Chris

[Soren]

So appreciated are your words Chris. Thanks for the read.