THE OATHS OF BROTHERHOOD

The scar on my heart is not marked by blood

but by oaths of brotherhood

A kinsman says es tu? An Etude

on the nature of man

For he who does not rule risks the greatest threat of all

Of being ruled by the inferior.

But such troubles are frivolously spoken

the greatest concerns must put us on alert

he who is loved may not yet rule

for he who is feared declares what is true

Such is the folly of love’s false promise

with sentiments backed without impetus

Yet so is the truth in those who declare

“I love” for those who do not dare

“To love” – be purged. And rest their souls.

But the soul would be honest and without malice,

So that we may freely drink from the poisoned chalice,

The soul is not brave for it drowns in fear,

Drowns like every part of rain – the tears,

A fantasy is but not a dream,

As the heart and soul, being the ultimate team,

The great player, the penultimate comedian,

A poor lover, duped by the magnificent magician,

So goes God’s game, the last plan,

The reveal the human face, marked by your hand,

So, truth becomes lies when spoken by man,

And love be the devil’s kiss, the weapon

Alas the knife cuts deep, the wound is hot

But still, the scar on my heart is not marked by blood,

But by oaths of brotherhood.