(Brother of Mine)
Small Jeff red brother of the Indian Sioux
Handicapped with a limp he walked uneven up and down but he pressed on and on
Disparity unfair was the world to him bullied unmercifully was he by the pack of yellow fangs they called themselves
Deeds done quiet they think no one know but the world see and travels the thought to us all
Children he brought forth I have never seen but two and hope they know we care (me and mom) for we wish them safe free passage through the wreckage of day and night
Blood is blood and tight is tight for the measure of us all is the thought I remember what you told me years passed and kept it right fierce
We are the underdogs but God is the overseer and the people are the might he uses against the evil sickle they try to be
Blessed be all who help you and thine brother for I care I care always
By
Felicia McCaw
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