The Man Without a Name

Nobody is born with a name.
So am I too, we’re all the same.
Identity cost
I am with the lost
To own a name, do not be lame.

I’m drained in my sweat under sun.
From the fields, to the mart l, I’d run.
I roast in nights’ snow.
Price’s high, I know.
Even if it deem to point gun.

To get a name, I will slay head
I’d take the blood and deep my bread.
I’ll go any length
Even miles aft death
Than to be so nameless instead.

I’m god. None knows my origin.
I am odd not even a twin,
A friend or a dog,
A father for hug.
I am a prey snared in between

Soon I’ll ride my name into towns,
I’d wear it on, to attract crowns.
I will let it speak
While I do the tweak.
It will be the smile dashed on frowns.

Tochi