Be fortunes lost,
And later read
Of human cost,
Be of men dead
By fortunes lost,
Near nation wide
While few survived
Those who did cried,
Brother please
Can you spare a dime,
Was prelude to the times…
While not my bide
Yet fore I’m dead,
Be my expired hide
That you have read,
Might you not now
Allow some doubt,
On held debate,
To spare the while alive
Afore we be deaths bate,
Just but a time,
To be a brother mine!
ode to a lost brother
An old but timeless story, from biblical to ongoing times,
alas of generic proportion…
© Jean-Jacques Fournier