Brother Poem by soren Barrett

Through the tear in his shirt I can feel his hurt
a homeless man' mumbles in my voice
Stigmatized eyes I avert, knowing we all red blood do spurt
We're a part of each other, not by choice

Where his hood had been I could see my skin
all children cry, and all people lie
In a convict's eyes, I recognize... in him my sin
All of us will have to die

Whether a cripple's walk or a president's talk
Both have a mother
each other we mock but we're of the same stalk
He is my brother