A Tragedy of Loyalty

I decided to write a poem describing in my own, unique way, what the story My Brother Sam is Dead was about. Writing has always been a hobby of mine, and I felt that this was a good way to use a talent to express my thoughts. It helped me grasp a great understanding of the story.

To the ties of our blood, he was a foolish boy,

For me, a confused man.

He tested the limits of ongoing spat,

And defied the order of a parent's ban.

A lost cause it would be,

A waste of time some would say,

But even in all of that madness,

His mind no one could sway.

And he put in his all,

Yet sacrificed more,

I was constantly harassed with worried thoughts,

And horrid images of gore.

Even in all my homage,

I didn't want him to go,

I tried to manipulate his mind,

But was taunted by a constant "no."

With that fact, I was the work,

Especially when fatherwas taken.

Darker times got more immense,

Mother's spirits wouldn't reawaken.

He was still fighting for freedom,

And I watched lives be ruined and ended,

Nonetheless, no matter what I did,

His focus was not to be bended.

Necessities were then stolen,

And innocent were starting to become the accused.

They took him as a criminal,

And their story I refused.

Mother now a drained faucet,

And yet, I don't share her grief.

I tear only for the hope I had, and innocence gone,

No future signs of relief.

But I can't deny an image so planted in my head,

A war was fought, and guns were shot,

And my brother Sam is dead.

By Ashley M.