It’s All About Longer Arms
Feb 22 2025
When my big brother wanted to torment me
— either because it’s fun to tease
and I was an easy mark,
or I deserved it —
he held me off
with a straight arm to my head
as I futilely flailed at him.
It would have looked cartoonish
if you’d been there.
It’s all about longer arms
and the pleasure we take in power.
But we’re older now
and have learned to punch up
not down.
Learned how unbecoming it is
to lord it over the weak
instead of resisting
the plutocrats and oppressors,
or even better
mocking them.
Kids fight.
They struggle with empathy.
They need to be civilized.
Or perhaps not,
if the state of civilization
is as imperfect as ours.
And while brotherly love sounds nice,
siblings also compete;
some animals even eat
their kin in the nest.
Fortunately, mine let me live,
and with time
the difference in age
has become negligible.
We fight with words, not arms.
Have learned to forgive
live and let live
admit defeat,
agree to disagree.
Our opinions, after all
don’t make a difference in the world.
He’s still bigger than me
and magnitudes more conservative.
While I still haven’t learned
that passive resistance
works better that flailing my fists.
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