1885 - 1985

I lie in my new home and gaze at the firmament above,

This tomb is such a cold bed for this bloated body of mine

And these words written on my epitaph seem like blasphemy!

Oh, slanderous tongues – be kindled!

Ye speak of chivalry and courage, but cowardice textures my skin

But all that I can see is a wretched soul devoured by demons and fiends,

Worms that have eaten my body, my soul and the memory of me!

Oh treacherous Heavens above – I pledge warfare onto thee

For this empty word were written by a fool who knew me not!

Their bane vexes my poor soul as I lay here and rot

Oh wretched I – what can I do?

Shake Heaven and Earth to fight this injustice?

Or just rest here and let the worms and time finish what they started to do?