Brother
What's hidden in thee
Discover
The turning of the cheek
Or rather
Dig the blade in deep
Propagate the curse
Of history
Mothers
The messengers of life
The graying
Is a crowning of the wise
Power is an open humble hand
Beauty Is sacrificial love
O, the joy that flows from the well
That don't dry up
I do not understand
The servant that conquers the land
Beholden to a whim I don't understand
The empty that makes whole
The fear that saves a soul
And could I ever, would I even begin to act to know
