brother <br />now itis time for you to wear <br />my shirt <br />my shoes <br />my pants <br /> <br />i have outgrown them <br />and it is time <br />you wear them <br />for they fit <br />you <br /> <br />do not say <br /> <br />' i am sorry' <br /> <br />do not tell me <br />you will escape from the pattern of our tradition <br />you shall step <br />into my shoes into all that i have and own and you must fit in <br /> <br />that is the law that is the rule of our ancestry <br />and you shall not break it <br />until we all die <br />until you die yourself inside the coffin of our father <br /> <br />as i will, without so much complaining <br />so you must <br />in the name of our tradition<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brother-do-not-say-i-am-sorry/
