Words: Mark Bernstein
Music: Mark Bernstein
I was born on Old Earth, home planet of Man.
My mother died soon after my life began.
When I was but ten father joined Death's Company,
And that only left my brother and me.
Now, James, when my father died, was twice my age.
And, from that moment on, a war he did rage,
To crush my young spirit and make me agree
In all ways my brother was better than me.
He maneuvered my life so whatever I chose
To try my hand at was certain I'd lose.
Then he'd say to me, "Brian, I view ye with shame,
For you're not but a blot on the Kennibuck name!"
For while James' fortunes rose; for he always did well;
I, with his help, built a small private hell.
'Till, in one final effort to prove his taunts lies,
I fled to the starlanes and joined the Dorsai.
I rose through the ranks; a Force Leader became.
I dreamt of great victories, glory and fame.
I wrote this to James; for approval I yearned;
But never one word did he send in return.
Then, at last, on my twenty-third birthday it came.
A final assault on what worth that I'd claimed.
A card saying courage I always would lack,
And a tube of bright yellow to stripe down my back.
This could not go unchallenged. I took my force out
Toward the enemy camp in the hope of a rout.
We went too far; were spotted ... Their numbers were high,
And because of me, 32 soldiers did die.
So I sit in my cell and at dawn I'll be shot.
But though fool I may be, coward I'm not!
And I cannot die now... I need time; can't you see?
To show my dear brother I'm better than he!
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