They wanted a Name

How much is a name worth?
In silver, gold and the lost ruble
In the view of a blue sky
And the smell of fresh earth?

They wanted a name
A name, any name actually
A name that would travel
Across the Atlantic

From blood stained paper
To halls of power
Lined with walls of marble
Sculpted by slave labor

A reduction to a mere statistic
In this war against a nameless foe
That Name
A security to one with much to spare
From one with none

With dignity stripped to the bare flesh
And reality torn to mere shreds
Whose tattered lips now utter

Listen...

A Name
That will securitize me
Like a Collateral Debt Obligation