He was my brother until now, <br />a trusted friend who shared <br />a childhood of great dreams <br />who read the stories of the blood <br />that could be shared between <br />two genuine pals, by birth. <br /> <br />Yet he betrayed my trust, <br />with a disgraceful shame <br />and lack of plain humanity <br />to others, it was not to be <br />that honesty could rule <br />nor would it now survive. <br /> <br />I do not understand the world, <br />perhaps I never did, <br />the knife was twisted <br />and left in place, deep in <br />the soul that in the past <br />would without question <br />have died for you, my boy.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-betrayal/
