The Song of a Political Prisoner For His Keeper

 

I shall be

Your  blackest enemy.

You'll hang me on a lantern-post,

And then I shall become a ghost.

 

I shall be

Your maddest fantasy,

An image of your fear and spleen,

The dreariest you have ever seen…

 

I shall sing to the sun, to the moon to the stars,

They will cast their light on my wounds and scars,

They'll have their time, as I shall have mine,

I'll for ever sing, they'll for ever shine.

 

I shall be

The greatest mockery

of all the theories of war

That say the dead can do no more.

 

I shall be

The Immortality

The thing you shun, the thing you dread

For you can never see it dead.

 

I shall fly with the wind, I shall grow with the grass,

I shall splash with the water and clink with the glass,

I shall sing with a bird, I shall buzz with a fly,

You will evermore fear me, I'll never more die.

 

I shall BE!