Brother

Today they buried my brother,
They shot him in the streets of Baghdad,
They murdered him in the suburbs of Tel Aviv,
His blood stained the deserts of Sudan,
They killed him in the villages of Rwanda,
He was mugged in the streets of New York,
But his eyes, his eyes burn vividly
Into the essence of my soul,
For I'm ashamed that I could not help him,
And feel diminished because I lost him.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz