“Little Brother”--- a poem by Robert William Service
For my little brother...may we always fight and still be able to be close to each other! :))
“Brother, you were born too late; Human life is but a breath. Men delve deep, where darkly wait Sinister the seeds of death, There's no moment to delay; Sorrowing the stars are blind. Little Brother, how I pray You may sanctuary find. Peoples of the world succumb . . . Fly, poor fools, the WRATH TO COME!”











