Unbearable hatred moves his hand
Disconnected from the world
No innocence
No love
No compassion
Carved creases on his forehead
Bespeak unmentionable horrors
twirlling in his mind
Budding thoughts
Yet he walked right past me
And I didn't see him
I never will
Will anyone
When that bud bursts forth to flower
Will you suffer
Will I
Yet he is my brother
We are all brothers
Aren't we?
