The directions say left,
But you know that you’re right.
Now, the roads are all cracked.
Twenty-twenty’s hindsight.
The path forward’s unmarked.
Maps only show what’s past.
Facts of history forged,
Dotted lines, names that last.
Gold is valued in life,
Just supply and demand.
Posthumously absurd,
Is the greed of a man.
Names hold weight above all.
Evolution at work.
DNA, what we’re called.
Both determine our worth.
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