A Brother's Shame

A call to war
is strong indeed.
Fortunes of war,
a fortune for greed

During a skirmish
its hard to see.
Who is the enemy,
and who is me?

My rifle shot,
a friend indeed.
Mommy's little boy
pushing up reeds.

Heart stopped emotions,
and guilty head lice.
Bring about commotion,
it's not very nice.

Shame and dishonor,
follow my days.
Mom's bright wonder,
is all but a haze.

What can I do
to make things right?
A brother remains goo,
and in heavenly flight.

Take this from me,
remove my shame.
Humble prayer to thee,
to recover my name.

To her I must go,
with son long dead.
To make amends so,
I can reclaim my head.

Brother removed,
mother almost dead.
What is offered,
me in his stead.