The Whine Of My Brothers Poem by John G. Nelson

The Whine Of My Brothers



I hear the whine of my dying brothers
Yon’, I feel pain of my crying sisters.
we Sat all night at prison doors & wept
Like soldiers, whose eyes haven’t slept.

Brothers who‘ve survived many struck,
Lay in canoes, the deepest sea to duck,
few reached seashore to be slain & pelt.
Whence did we lay, & beaten by belt?

Ages, our forefather didn’t fight alone,
Though bruised & bitten to the bones?
this place, thousands of brothers slain
today our hearts still live in fear & pains

Who’d despised our kind, if not the west?
Men despise our lives, values, they jest,
finding pleasure in writing tales of death,
rush to witness horrors grow on the earth.

Oh! bro we live in a world of bitterness
that gibes, try to bring us to nothingness
If not, why sisters & daughters whoring,
sons, husbands trapped in their dungeons?

John G. Nelson

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mamie Free 01 September 2008

you melt my eyes with tears.But it's ok.. others need to hear it.Thanks for letting the world know, what's going on.good work.

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Tanya Stanford 31 August 2008

It's sad that people still have to see colour for are we not all made the same? This pain will live longer on then you for many others are feeling it to. Well written

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John G. Nelson

John G. Nelson

Monrovia, Liberia
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