The Nameless

He who shall not be named Was born into luxury. He ate from silver spoons Mined and crafted by the scorned. Those who shall not be seen Were born into filth. They eat off cardboard boxes That double as cheap blinds. He who shall not be named Went to school in the city, Used his father’s "generosity" To learn to stay rich. Those who shall not be learned Work in downtown bodegas. Their families’ businesses Don’t come with such perks. He who shall not be named Has friends with big plans, White collars, nice land, Large files, small girls. Those who shall not be missed Have big families, four kids, Three adults, two in cribs, One day, they're one short. He who shall not be named Runs a public-facing campaign— A new-approach politician, Someone who’ll stir the pot. Those who have no name Fill the streets with noise and flesh, Use their 1st, leave their 4th— American Martyrs, Patriots, Terrorists, Aliens He who shall not be named Has a name that towers high, Charges a lifetime per night, Sleeps soundly states away. Those who shall not live, Get dumped from cramped studios, Forced to paint more spacious streets, Rinse red brushes in the gutter.