Three youths, brothers,
Their father was too rich,
Spent all his time loving money, not his kids,
Had the car for show,
Wore nice clothes,
Looked up to, a pillar of the sheep-like community,
Who ‘baaaad’ their approval
And can’t understand why his sons are so baaaad.
Three Brothers
This is a verse of the poem "As I walked home". Buy the book here
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