Name . . .

What can be held in a name?
Name, a word of strangely combined letters
it’s a call with the mysterious groups of letters.
an allowance to rule our life.

It yells out 'kill kill' the other guy, whose name is different
It yells to 'separate' the other guy, don’t we have the same red blood

But those letters were always the same...
Always the same as the blood in our nerves

But the order was somehow strange...
as strange as the letters that make our names.
We always failed to look in depth, to see the same letters everywhere
but we are only seeing the differences and we are still quarrelling for some simple stupid orders . . .