To The Youngest Brother
in your rage
i am not a cage
in your wasteful manner
i have seen all the danger
in you hysteria
i am but a listening hyena
i understand all these
without any malice
young brother
i had been there
and for the last i shall this tell
i am always your mantel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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