Sunday, 19 January 2014

Civil War

It all seems so far away
My brother and I used to play
Football in the street

Blood is in the street
Where we used to play
And he plays football with severed heads
My brother

Our love was like the sun of day
Now I see hate in his eyes
My brother, who was my friend
Does not know me

Tomorrow, I tell myself
Will be another day
And my brother will be
As he was yesterday
And I sometimes almost believe it

Will be another day
Better than today
Perhaps, perhaps
As good as yesterday. 

Copyright B Purkayastha 2014

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