Folklore For My Brother Poem by Chan Mongol

September 31,2014

God meant nothing! Not kind to help and heal!
to save my brother and to give me a deal!
My brother was suffering and I was in prayer!
God couldn't cure him from the deadly cancer! !

We grew up together!
my dada was only two years older!
The life in the past, I now remember!
he had a khaki short and mine in grey color! !

We played and roamed here and there!
he put his hand on my shoulder!
I want to tell him now, over and over!
he was my guide! He was my protector! !

We started school together!
but they put me one grade lower!
I then cried and cried for brother!
without him I had fear from the teacher! !

He always wanted to save us!
his dedications were always so obvious!
He used to be deep for us with his desires!
he was in the front and took all suffers! !

My brother died and went too far away!
Now I have none to talk out sense and obey!
I hurt him often because I didn't like his care!
now, I realize that he was for me so dear! !

None ever came back from the death of fear!
God got zero power to save and to care!
God just meant for destructions to let us die!
couldn't spare my brother's life and caused me cry! !

My brother fought and I heard his scream from pain!
all possible efforts went unsuccessful, in vain!
Our parents taught us to care for each other!
but I failed to save my brother from the deadly cancer! !

God meant nothing! Not kind to help and heal!
to save my brother and to give me a deal!
My brother was suffering and I was in prayer!
God couldn't cure him from the deadly cancer! !