Oh Brother Where Art Thou

A tree that stands upon display.
No leaves that grow;
it's weathered withered and decayed.

What once shown life for you and me;
now reveals death in our Family?

No dirt sand water or air;
this tree it stands rotting in minds despair.
Brother you drew this tree for me.
Death you proclaimed within our Family!

You spoke of chasm that was far reaching and wide;
and how you couldn't get to that other side.
I tell you Brother we're all created
and we're all guilty of all our chosen sins.
Allow your hate clock to expire so the healing can begin?

With everything said and all that was done;
this death unto Brothers is a nightmare with sun.

Randall Paul Prazuch
Copyright © 1999