(13th October 1961 / Accra, GHANA)

My Brothers

I miss seeing them every day
Making sure they are OK in every way.
I need to protect them and keep them safe
Will they stand by me now? I don't hold much faith.

I was there when Mother didn't care
For them to be hurt, the thought I can not bare.
I do my best to provide what I can
Cause she is too busy chasing after her man.

When they were in trouble it was me they turned to
Probably because they didn't know what else to do.
At least they know they had someone to depend on
We had to accept that our child-hood was gone.

I know for their sake I had to stay strong
And could not afford to put a step wrong.
They needed to see that somebody loved them
To nurture them through until they became men.

I hope deep down they know that I care
And that I'm sorry I can't always be there.
I had to get out, try and start again on my own
But they know they're welcome any time in my home.

I miss all the joking and larking about
But when things get serious, in their voices I hear doubt.
They want to stay quiet, maybe they are afraid
I know this don't help me but they can't be made.

I'm sorry if they hate me for tearing the family apart
But this baggage is far too much for me to have to cart.
I've made my stand and told the police
So I can put this to rest and move on with some peace!

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Rudyard Kipling


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