as he rested there slain his outer appearance grotesque
and his rank in the war lost
there I stood relieved
he was the great general Elie and I his envious brother
i never understood why he was chosen
i was just as strong and mighty if not more
father told me to be content with my title
and label as a great soldier
and when the enemy sprung out
i trembled
Elie did anything but
as he shielded me from the attacker
it was then that I was swamped
with relief and grief
a rare cocktail of emotion
i could not ever repay Elie
this occurrence did not stop me
from my craving of the jeweled sword
Elie’s pride and joy
that characterized him as a general
presently it is I who is general by default
my title has changed
though I haven’t earned this position I am never the less deserving of it
for reasons of the unknown
I am chabad and there is a holy book called ”The Igros” that is an important item of our sect of Judiasm. It consists of letters written by the previous Lubavitch Rebbe- (the leader of our sect who passed away)Rabbi Shneerson. To get to the point I asked for an answer from one of the vast amount of letters and got an answer that has to do with sibling rivalry..this poem was inspired by it! enjoy!
