17/04/2026
*The Brother You Forgot*
I am your brother, born of the same cry,
Yet in your fertile days, you pass me by.
Your harvest is golden, your table wide,
But my seat stays empty, my hunger denied.
You do not see me till the storms roll in,
Till shadows gather, till enemies grin.
They will not strike you first, my kin—
They’ll find your weakness where my name has been.
For family is the thread they pull to unmake you,
The soft place in your armor, torn and true.
I am the doorway left without a guard,
The price you’ll pay for leaving me scarred.
So mourn me now, not when the ruin is done.
Remember the blood we share under the sun.
If you rise, let me rise with you,
Or we’ll both be laid low— and it will be your doing too.