I, My Brother’s Keeper?

Strong and handsome, bronzed and bold,

Cain killed Abel, so it’s told.

When God found him lying cold,

Drew He words made manifold:

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”


These millennia now past,

We, who span the world so vast

Read the tale and cry, aghast,

“Wicked Cain!” but quickly ask,

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”


Strange or old or yet unborn

Steal our time – these constant thorns.

Meanwhile, God, while Heaven mourned,

Hung, spread wide for all to scorn,

Answering that quest, age-worn:

“Am I my brother’s keeper?”

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