John, Robert

Two brothers lie in graves,
And no one knows quite why,
With shattered heads they lie
Beneath that leaden sky.

Had they but lived for just another while,
God, all the things they might have done,
For they had character and style,
With them a noble chance is gone.

It's truly said that people kill
The things they love,
And blasted be the cursed judgment,
Which thus shaped our lives from high above.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz