a bent back and old age
heavy yolk and cataract blind
judas brother, turns to you in rage
a given burden, never kind
a savior found, unlikely a place
he took your yolk
smiling with hands of grace
and inside me a realization was awoke
i watched the kind stranger
he took this from your shoulders
that heavy weight a danger
seemed to grow older
the brother struck him down
as he walked by with that weight
onto the dirty ground
carry your own weight
the brother yells down with a racing mouth, looking away
‘yet he who is guilty is the one that has much to say’
yes..i wrote it, and if you can interpret it, i’ll give you a high five. i doubt you can though.
