--I was born where there were no enclosures, Geronimo
So what do I say after all these years?
Do I take the authority that does
not belong to me? And, are those your tears?
I know they flow easily but those woes
you claimed were not your own, wise brother.
unconquered champion of all sports and games.
You staked your destiny not yet a Mr.
in our grandfather’s trade and maintained
the tradition of Self-Respect. You named
your children in Father's form. You claimed the Tools,
a mason tells his troubles to and paved
a way for family. You broke Bad Rules
with beauty, precision, flawlessness. Much
more OverBrilliance than a Poem can touch!
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