A Brother in Need

A Brother in Need

Without hesitation, without a plan

I take salt and pepper in hand,

Stuff my pockets with all my might—

Two shakers as souvenirs on a drunken night.

To the nearest exit, I stagger and sway,

Doing my best to sneak away.

But before I reach the door,

Two bouncers shake salt and pepper to the floor.

Stripped of my trophies, thrown in the dirt,

No bones broken—just my ego that’s hurt.

With a fist full of rage; a mouth full of screams,

I hurl rocks through windows that shatter like dreams.

Sirens paint the night with regret and despair

For a mother who's no longer there.

A call with a single word—

And a plea for help is heard.

Without hesitation, without a plan,

A brother is there, with bail in hand.