when our mother died?
Where were you my brother,
when the walls came tumbling down?
Where were you my brother,
when the rape and torture came?
You cursed and marched,
burnt flags and cheered,
at the foreigner far away.
Invoked kith and kin,
claimed all was one,
and told of how to fight.
Were once united
and marched 'cross sand, through heat:
a hazy dusty trial.
Yet united and myth created:
of a family arm in arm.
Now my brother,
our brother is at my door.
With evil eyes and blood stained hands:
he's hammering to get in.
Your lie was sold.
I believed as told,
that we were all as one.
When evil's done and at our door;
Your silence speaks so loud.
A foreigners help is blunt but needed.
And yet you would curse at him.
You my brother were not there.
Your lies are just like theirs.
No helping hand,
We fall not stand.
A family? No, we die alone.
So, where were you my brother?
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