Where Have All My Brothers Gone?
by YeriYah Wolf

Here, I am dispersed, alone in the midst of a multitude

Crying out in a wilderness for bread

Starving for Your Word of Truth

And the warmth of Brotherhood

I hear the distant call.

A strong clear blast, the horn at dusk

I know not from where it emanates

Are there more?

Are there somewhere others

Or am I the only one and is this sound

An illusion of my longing soul?

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