O brother! Why do we fight?
Under the vast welkin blue.
O brother! Why do we part?
The warmth within, Our igloo.
O brother! Why do we cry?
O’er her scales up-and-down.
O brother! Why do we smile?
The common man, a cheated clown!
O brother! Why do we slay?
Half a note has got no worth.
O brother! Why do we shy?
X or Y – is all one birth.
O brother! Why do you mute?
It’s flout fact that all bleed red.
O brother! Why do you numb?
Mom sent me to share this bread.
Gowtham
Indian
a very nice poem.has a lot of meaning and spreads a warm message
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