Equality is absolute or no. <br />Nothing between can stand. We are the sons <br />Of the same sire, or madness breaks and runs <br />Through the rude world. Ridiculous our woe <br />If single pity does not love it. So <br />Our separate fathers love us. No man shuns <br />His poorest child's embrace. We are the sons <br />Of such, or ground and sky are soon to go. <br /> <br />Nor do born brothers judge, as good or ill, <br />Their being. Each consents and is the same, <br />Or suddenly sweet winds turn into flame <br />And floods are on us--fire, earth, water, air <br />All hideously parted, as his will <br />Withdraws, no longer fatherly and there.<br /><br />Mark Van Doren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-brothers/
