Brother's keeper

Hearing the phrase “brother’s keeper” flashes some Middle Eastern history mixed with Mediterranean — unfasten one’s armor for a final night’s rest before storming the citadel.

It seems War and conquest naturally coincide to this simple Biblical tale — a brotherly feud, a simple question too: why in the world would anyone be responsible for anyone else? Up the ante by being marked in death wherever you go — raising a cursed bloodline to raze again all who’ve forsaken and forgotten.

It coincides in with either coin: that, conversely, war is to keep one’s brothers and their legacy alive — lest one wants to turn a cheek into the grave. Though maybe mental forces make it so the pacifists seclude themselves ever so successfully with each threatening. Ayahuasca guardians threading a loving polis.

Well, anyway, Brotherly love is vastly underrated and in much deficit. Though this could be entirely false; then again, it’s not as though we’re running undercover organizations here. And who knows; when you’re used to the blunted affect it all seems absurd anyway.

Severed instead we’ll remain, most likely — a fear to keep a wedge all between. Brotherly betrayal awaits any keeping, so it is.