Mine eyes have seen the glory
Though brutalized and murdered whilst alive
The cancerous tentacles bedeviling my country have made my freedom trip
To be odious
I see skeletal children and tattered beggars hobbling on homemade crutches
as I meet my fate
The torturous chambers of mental colonization and denigration are part of the Ghetto
daemon that I have escaped.

I will try to stretch out in the sodden grave and I will try to move my mandibles but my wretched mind will strain my vocal muscles to...