Oh noble brother
How you loved all brothers
How you hoped for truth to prevail.

You held them in high regard…
The great father at Washington,
Would heed the call of truth.

You were young and filled with undaunting hope
And truth shone from your face
For you loved our Creator and what was true.

But hope deferred has made
The heart grow sick.
Your countenance dims as the setting sun.

For they have dug up your father.
Brother, they have beheaded him
And my God, who can bear it.

For they have made his head a trophy
And a conversational piece
And now you are battered and worn.

My loving brother…
Do you hate them?
Do you hate them now?

And all along the canyon walls,
Your voice echoes back
As clear as the cool clear waters that you love

And your answer is NO!
Though your candle is dimmed,
You have hoped in our Creator.

For truth reigns in your heart.
His truth reigns…
And His flame is eternal.

Copyright A.G. Poetry