The Founder

The portrait on the wall – blank face, blank stare,
A human face without a human soul.
Perhaps long ago you were seen as fair,
But now we see your heart – black, like the coal –
That lost its light when you lost your mind
And murdered your sibling – his birthright now yours.
“He was always so gentle, always so kind.”
Now his legacy fades, your legacy soars.
Never again will you suffer another
“Why can’t you be more like your big brother?”
Two brothers, one seat, one Colt Forty-Five
Means one brother dead, the other alive,
Dark features preserved in this gilded frame:
An everlasting tribute to your name.