Brothers

Sometimes we fight
Outside during the night
when there is no light
and when people disobey each-others rights
while police fight with all there might
until you get out of my sight
and until the birds take flight.
My fists become tight
I wonder if we'll ever unite in our life,
Have you thrown yourself in a dike?
Do you even have anything to cite?
One day I hope you do something with your life
so that it will become bright.