He used to be the wise, one
of the founders.
He was charming, adored by
many people
as a mentor and big brother.
He seemed strong and
unbreakable.
Look at him now.
Lamented in sorrow
cause his birthright he
threw.
Now you know, sis, why love
did not grow.
At the last harvest all tares
will be gathered in fire.
But the wheat are God's
treasures.
Will you have dominion and
break the yoke, brother?
Malang, October 12th 2014
