Brother, take the light – K. B

Brother, take in the light.


Brother, take the light in.

Brother, don’t lower your arms.

Take a bow,
Do you hear the trumpets
Anouncing the end?

Golden age,
Age of gold,
There’s no age
To be golden.

There’s tiredness
And tenderness
In my father’s eyes
But at one point
I need to make
My own stuff.

Catharsis is a beginning
Coz choirs celebrate.

And all in all,
I chose to be free.

Daytime is when
I carry duties,
The well being
Of my family,
Of my friends,

To alienate
And distanciate
With fiends ;

Kindness under assault
From the beginning of times.

K. B

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