I Am My Brother’s Keeper
I am my brothers keeper
Though often I seem to be
A battered, bruised, brother beater.
But I will not stand by as my brother
is beat down by another, or by me, no less.
So long as we share the same breath
And our hearts beat in our chests.
So long as in us a divine image rests.
I cannot help but be upset when
One brother by another is oppressed.
Because I am not a conflict feeder
Or a brother beater.
I am not a headline reader who
is grateful his grass is greener.
No, I am my brothers keeper.
I am not Like Cain.
I will not lie still while Abel is slain,
While blood spattered pools stain
The ground beneath my feet.
Again, I repeat:
I am my brother’s keeper.