Its a poem introduced to me by my brother. If you hear it and read the lines, and then you don’t feel something inside, I know not what to say. Your cause and your beliefs are sacred. Hold true to them.
THE MINSTREL BOY by Thomas Moore
The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you will find him;
His father’s sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
“Land of Song!” said the warrior bard,
“Tho’ all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!”
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman’s chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov’d ne’er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said “No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav’ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!”
A 'psycho' path. 
The first time your brother introduced this song to you and your sister, you shooed him away.
Elders’ words are like Gooseberry. It is at first sour, but then sweetens. 😉
Didn’t think this might come to be the way to say an apology. 🙂
Sorry!
Coming up next: Deep Space 9!! (Bwahahahahahahhaaa!!)
PS: The sister is still unapologetic.
Incidentally, there is a 3rd verse that wasn’t written by Thomas Moore but was later added on during the American Civil War. It’s mentioned on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minstrel_Boy) and you can hear it at