Fatted Calf

The fatted calf sharps my pallete..
Brother have you marinated
flesh in bitter lemon ?
I cant bare you face to face..
brother I have not sinned,
I've been a faithful servant
to my family, and lived a
virtuous life, whereby you have
danced with the devil..
and still my father loves you
and rejoices in your return..
It is only you that tastes lemon,
We are not one but two brothers,
and I'm not as strong,
I am that lost sheep,
Grateful to find my way home,
now help me to be wiser
..in my decision..
But does my father not love
me more, for keeping to the
straight and narrow course..?
There is no gauge on our fathers
love..it is, there it will be..
Which tells me free...
is what he wanted us to be..
So think...
still the piquant taint
of the son who was a prodigy..
set against the prodigal ..
I've tasted sin and repented..
I've tasted not, and resented..
Who is the weakest link...?