The Man Without A Name Poem by Kelly Vinal
The Man Without A Name
Deep within the chasm,
Lives the man without a name -
He’s come to represent
The secrets hidden in -
And so we, do we castigate
Those things not understood,
In culture and in worship,
In ideals and shades of skin
This society
Is it not hypocrisy
To cast as demons, if but only for
Subjective sin and character
Unlike our own -
If only I could exorcise
My coded prejudice, my DNA,
And pave a plane of equity
For our homogenous affinity -
And I would be the first
To grasp your outstretched hand, my friend,
To seal the man without a name -
To heal the man within.
I think at one point or another in a persons life, we forget our name, , , , , kinda like the bible, some thing about a white stone, or put the childhood behind, any way i like the poem...............
interesting examination of personal and societal social constructs: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2024 10:18:34 PM # 1.0.0
Excellent Kelly! I do believe man's common name is man who seeks so many things and explore but the given explosive lifetime is not fair when you are comparing with a tortoise?