Brotherly Love Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Brotherly Love

My brother, who worked at a coal mine, came for a visit;
he is a man easily prone to bitterness, his lack of funds is
blamed on the Jews he claimed controls world’s banking
system. From a black, star absent heaven, a biblical bolt of
lightning struck my olive tree, which was so painful that it
shed tears of pure diamonds. We put them in a carrier bag
and planned what to do next day. When I awoke he had
gone, flown to Rotterdam, they said at the airport; I guessed
he was selling his loot to men in black suits, ditto hats and
beards. My brother now lives in luxury in Genève he hates
the lazy working class says socialism will destroy the world.