What to say of those uncovered
If their dreams are not discovered?
What to say if the hot moon
Will not make them howl soon?
We can't make the 'coulds' and 'shoulds'
Of what was never brotherhood
For they aren't animals nor men
They are the gods created when
Emotion takes a man aside
And screams him back to deeper hide
Voice too loud or ear too frail
Same spot from a different trail
Traveled by unsuspicious men
That is the brotherhood, my friend