1. O logic of the dead, to you a gift
From a poet whom they worked to silence

2. They deemed his talents a crime of his era
So they conspired to limit his breath

3. And were creative in suppressing every poem
And orphan that stood by his feeling

4. They chased and pursued him but he escaped them
And his tears overflowed in anger

5. He came to exile but they had no mercy
Upon his mind or heart however it longed

6. Until helpers rushed to rescue shreds
That remained and brought him back to his paper

7. They chastised the cruel time civilizing
Its measuring, even striking at its measuring

8. And appreciating gems of deeds alone
Not envious, reveling in filth

9. And loyal like me who so often
Offered from the dead and from temptation

10. They denied his principles but for the likes of him
However mistreated, only loyalty to his people remains