Opportunities or Memories

What counts more, memories or opportunities?
Truthfully I want them both but one must be sacrificed over the other.
Brothers appear to each other in memory, but dollars are thicker than blood.
Beloved opportunities can turn strangers into comrades.
Memories can turn brothers into nomads; their homes and hearts forsaken by the past.
Opportunities become curses when superimposed on memories.
Such accessories will make you see an enemy over a new opportunity.
If you don’t believe me look at racism and all its atrocities.
Interestingly enough racists are more of an opportunity than a memory.
He is not my friend but perhaps the enemy of my enemy.
In memory he remembers the lectures of his grandfather.
Though his father knows the story of the alabaster oil he toiled over his inferiority to the darker brother.
That inferiority pushed him to insanity on a nation wide murdering spree.
His grand children are proud boys, but not powerful men.
Their philosophies are archaic remnants of boys playing in bed sheets.
Opportunities are not limited to the ignorance of racism, but so also to matters of the spirit.
The Catholic Church appears as an advocate to memory cradling the heart of humanity.
Their faculty is impressed upon boys who become men, but the memories remain the same.
Their priests saw little boys as opportunities and left major scars on their prey.
Years later the scars left for dead were exposed in an opportunity to correct the Church.
Is there an opportunity for the Church? Is there an opportunity for America?
I find more hope in opportunity than the remnants of memory.