The Other

THE OTHER

 

Who am I?

I am the Other, the other brother

The brother you would rather forget

 

I am the shadow shivering

Under the bridge

When winter comes;

 

The child selling cheap pens

In traffic jams.

 

I am the one you make fun of

For eating with my hands

For not speaking with your accents

 

I am the Other.

 

I am the one who does your slave work

I am the one who cleans up after your party

I am the one who pays with my blood

For your Eternal Frontiers.

 

Laugh at me, snub me

For I am not like you.

But some day I shall rise,

I, the Other.

 

And

I am, I will be

The stuff of your

Nightmares.

 

Fear me.

 

By Bill the Butcher