Pedigree
You have the names
you have the names that make you turn
your noses at this lower mortals
The ones without names
Your names are steeped in blood and theft.
Names on Boleavards,
names on history books
that tell of blood and gore
of starving babies, and killing men
You have the names that are cursed
by the prayers of the wretched
the ailing child
the dying mum,
the desperate man
the emannciated albino from the Biafran files
as you lay roasting,
you cursed seeds float like chaff
without substance
with drugged subtance
unable to find rest from their famous names
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