THE BIRTHRIGHT
Across antiphonal streams
I hear his frantic beat
As he stomps and taps around
With his loud loud feet.
I hear his years of Armageddon
For Napoleon
And listen to his ladyfriends
While traveling in Ceylon.
I sense ancestral paragon
Etching novel verse,
His thoughts so old and challenging,
I think I am his curse.
I underline his score within
My chromosomal sea;
Attempt to scan the birthright,
Legate the legacy.
I shout aloud his passions
Which now I count my own:
"My father! My father!
The DNA remembers
What the world has never known!"
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