Butcher.

Who am I?

I am the Other, the other brother

The brother you would rather forget

I am the shadow shivering

Under the bridge

When winter comes;

The child selling cheap pens

In traffic jams.

I am the one you make fun of

For eating with my hands

For not speaking with your accents

I am the Other.

I am the one who does your slave work

I am the one who cleans up after your party

I am the one who pays with my blood
For your Eternal Frontiers.

Laugh at me, snub me
For I am not like you.

But some day I shall rise,

I, the Other.

And
I am, I will be
The stuff of your
Nightmares.

Fear me Fucker,I am the Other.

The other Brother. 

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The sin of silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.- Sir Lincoln.

Be a person of silence till you are not offended. - PISSALL.

Take the hand of wisdom's friend 
What is my name? 

REVOLUTION!!