Six billion souls inhabit planet earth,
and which of these fine minds, loves brother first?
Wars illustrate just what a brother's worth
for men convinced they know which brother's worst.
And most, not presently of chosen side,
have prideful noses probing underpants,
To test the winds of irony inside.
They think that their satiric scorn supplants
the crying quest to conquer violence,
which only dies by Judgement, stern as steel.
What thunder's roar will ravage their pretense
and anchor aimless eyes to see what's Real?
A brother's love is mirror, through which men see
Their own dear prospects in Eternity.