His name was– I needn't tell you, you
won't know him. He was not like Gate,
Jackson or Mandela. He was nameless, a
I watched his wretched wife violently
weeping and cursing as if that was
all she lived to do.
Actually, she ought to. As if widowing
her was not enough, he left her a
horrible debt will.
He wanted a greener pasture, America.
Sold all he had, dignity inclusive,
and then borrowed the rest for his trip.
Death didn't consider all his life's
suffering but took him by his first
He died nameless, a nobody.
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