"The Revolutionary"-a poem
Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 2:44 am
The Revolutionary
If death is to birth as birth is to death,
Then comes the beginning of forgetting all the rest.
Thou know not what the darkness holds,
But in light of my love, shadows grow bold.
For what am I but what I leave behind,
Hidden in thought, now resurrected in mind.
From the coffin, I refuse to die,
This legacy eternal, whether truth or lie.
None can entomb the mind of the free,
Of liberty, life, and logic my spirit shall be.
Bound flesh will rot, but thy ideas will not,
And revolution I shall have from the grave!
If death is to birth as birth is to death,
Then comes the beginning of forgetting all the rest.
Thou know not what the darkness holds,
But in light of my love, shadows grow bold.
For what am I but what I leave behind,
Hidden in thought, now resurrected in mind.
From the coffin, I refuse to die,
This legacy eternal, whether truth or lie.
None can entomb the mind of the free,
Of liberty, life, and logic my spirit shall be.
Bound flesh will rot, but thy ideas will not,
And revolution I shall have from the grave!