Analysis of Two Brothers and a Kite

The two brothers are very much alike,
Although one is older by a few years,
There are two brothers, but only one kite,
The older threats, younger gives into fear

They are older now and have grown apart,
The younger being taller in statue,
Making demands is this brothers new art,
In vein, he tells the older what to do.

Time passes, each has his own family,
They still are competing for their resource,
They have not learned how to share more freely,
Hate is born, and with it, constant discord.

Each of the families becomes a great tribe,
The tribes soon become great mighty nations,
Each blessed with so much potential to thrive,
Forsaking peace, Take up battle stations.

With Missiles pointed down each others throats
Millions of souls watching, ready to fight.
They enlist allies, attempting to gloat,
It appears that there is no end in sight.

Then all at once, as if 'twas overnight,
Whether by mistake, it is hard to tell
It happened so fast, how graphic the sight,
They created a new country called Hell.

As the dust resided and the smoke cleared,
We now see what came of this worlds great might!
How? The future of life forever smeared,
All over a small dispute for a kite.