Nobody - Poem by Melanie Emikohe
Moss may creep to his cross
to swathe the name, engraved;
If the wind shall scrape it down,
who'd notice it on the ground?
He passed his life by poverty,
nobody talks of his family;
But dead now, to dirt as well
where late Presidents dwell.
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