The Theme Of A Name Song Poem by Ishmael Onserio

My name is Sansun, I was named after my mother murmured to the sun,
"Who lives in me, who's he, who's she? " The sun's ardor hit her fill out,
I think she wondered what was going on inside her, just for a good name,
A search for a nomenclature of being, she gave me Sansun, I'm satisfied.
I visited a valley while trading with the dwellers of the dungeon-like plain,
My day ended with a frown, I was deprived of my house, I was an isolate,
My trade was negated, I knew it was me, Sansun, that sun was to blame,
Lowland fields were up on flames, my tag sounded like blazes that raged.

They called me Cain, my brother's blood cleansed my soiled hands fully,
I heard that I was found on a trench, a young life on a suffocation course,
I don't understand who raised my brow above rain waters in that get up,
I've never known who ascribed me a defamatory title, it is my song now,
I always wonder if they ever read of the Holy Book, one acted as a bully,
I ask myself what the essence of the calling was, cursing life in that rise,
I was branded, my life all messed up in that tender age and this wakeup,
They call me Cain the slayer, my heart is whining, this name has no wow.

I am Goliath, the mighty giant with extraordinary strength, I'm a warrior,
I'm Samson the great, my blessed mighty degraded my name in the end,
These names give me high rankings with scarred stars at the front point,
My battle hat has gained much favor, honors of merit inscribed do testify,
I walk in the streets of life, my back tainted with faint themes of a horror,
Lots fear me, folks are uncertain of my name song, there's a tepid blend,
I keep wondering of the mixed feelings, I know there's a mess in the front,
Christening has surely changed the flight path when lives are aiming high.

Is there life in a theme of a name song, what lives in that one maiden call?
A label uttered with echoing resonance, concealed sense, and huge inquiry,
What's is in your mind as they call Abe, David, Maria, Judas, or yourself?
Is there a rub of some sort, tough or soft; what song, a jingle, or a chime?
Is there a change in your mind about how it should have sounded after all,
Your tagline and your neighbor's old label with a lifelong date of expiry?
You raise at birth with chains of a theme song, a daily rendition of self,
There's potency in given delineations, it'll go past the grave in due time.