Separated at birth, was I, from my brother
Snatched apart by many a social system
Though not blood related, our bond was our colour
But our link was severed by selfish gains and competition.

Raised in a world where money is praised
And those coloured in limelight are awarded.
While to the common man, with his callused hands,
Not an ounce of recognition is afforded.

My brother and I grew up as strangers,
But we've passed each other quite often, on road.
We don't have words for each other,
But he screws up his face and stares at me
As if he knows me though.

My brother and I have a common enemy,
But my brother won't fight by my side.
He'd rather work to helping "them" keep me down,
To save himself, he'd push me aside.

My brother and I have sisters.
He treats our sisters just the same.
But at times I've ignored the issue,
So, for their tears, I'll take some blame.

My Mother(land) gave birth to both of us
And my Father is his Father too.
But my brother does not acknowledge this,
Nor does he even try to.

My brother needs me and I need him
More than we both admit to know.
We came into this world together,
So how can he think to face it alone?

Can someone help me to reach&teach my brother?
Time's short and our home is incomplete.
My brother and I need to rebuild foundations,
So with belief in "Us"-the Black Man, the whole "Family" can live.