Brothers of a Kind
While I for sport did swim alone,
My brother sat upon a throne
And spoke of how his rule would feed
The multitude with golden seed.
As I was climbing on a hill
To seek the beauty that can thrill,
My brother laboured through the night
Constructing engines fuelled with fright.
Although we both were born of one
Whose life was open to the sun,
I have chosen simple pleasures—
He prefers corrupting treasures.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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