I AM SORRY, MY BROTHER
I am sorry, my brother.
The shackles bind my hands
And iron is circling the place where I sleep.
I am sorry, my brother,
That I cannot help the elderly or the widow or the little child.
Do not weigh the death of a man as a sign of defeat.
The only shame is in betraying your ideals
And failing to stand by your beliefs.
~poem by Uthman Abdul Rahim