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My Brother, My Killer

kashkin dabruski January 31, 2008

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See you not me, as of your own
See you not me, as of your kind
See you not me, as I am your blood
See you not me, as I am your skin

As you move in to remove
Flesh and soul, of your own
As you move in to disperse
Obstacles created by despair
From years of isolation
In silence, through days
and nights
With each strike, with each hour
Kill you the ones, near and far
Flesh and soul, of your own
Instead of protection
Offer me you pain and death
My brother, my killer
In helmets and with tear gas
See I your face, as of my own
My brother, my killer
See you not me, only shadows
The subject of removal
With batons and bullets

See you not me, as of your own
See you not me, as of your kind
See you not me, as I am your blood
See you not me, as I am your skin


Sit there they in distance,
The rulers and their wisdom
In cigar filled rooms and empty
Their wisdom and ideologies
Orders and writ of the state
In action, their words
Far away, in the streets
As you move in to remove
With batons and your soul
My brother, my killer

In play, this constant routine
See I in you, your tired soul
See I in you, your heavy heart
With pain and with remorse
See I in you, orders of the day
As I lay here in the open,
Tired and beaten blue
As the angels arrive
To offer protection and mercy
See I as you walk in,
With your heart and soul
My brother, my killer
Gone your batons and bullets

See you me now, as of your own
See you me now, as of your kind
See you me now, as I am your blood
See you me now, as I am your skin
My brother, my killer

Still time there is,
My brother, my killer
The hours of change,
Not far away,
As I slip away, into peace
My brother, my killer!


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