No death day as intense, as that on
which a freeborn as I witnesses his
own death. Was it not I,
a willful soul who in death willfully engaged?
Did not I live rightfully/ steadfastly?
Treading the path of heavens one true
king: kneeling till my knees sored,
crying my eyes dry.
As today I die: die from all that since
birth was to me good.
Resigned. Ill fated: I stray into all
the world considers doom.
I am a land rusted with corruption:
what must happen… must happen.
