Foolish falsity, hiding crimes
under my given name—perhaps 
with fixed forged false signatory,
technological trickery, 
stolen ID or passport here
or borrowed cell phone over there,
stolen property everywhere.

Silence is their implication. 
I have held mine which also speaks.
But I tire of unearned tenure
and call now for full exposure.
Look at documents stuffed in drawers,
dark web deeds, hidden marriages, 
so much chatter on the matter.

Whether father or brother, some
lost sister or mother, see who
they made me out to be as I
quietly sought to live my life, 
love the animals and the land,
be kind, extend a helping hand.
Clean it up, then go further back

To the root of lies built on lack.
See all systems that sustained
their monstrous and malicious games.
Should you fail to fulfill duty,
protect innocence of many,
there shall come sudden sacred cleanse.
Look close, then far through wider lens.