Invincible

For how long and for how many times Should I be battered and crushed, oh my God! Tell them their labour will be in vain As after being unconscious I suffer no pain I know they still can go further But it does not worry me For the fact that if I die The matter is finished If I do not What should I worry in life? In fighting battles Of injustice and falsehood Or to revolt against a war thrust upon Or to protest against tyranny I fear not death As I know I lose nothing Neither my honour Nor my conscience Moreover, they fail to win Neither my heart, nor my mind In exchange of my death They gain not Even an iota of my loyalty Nor an inch of unsaleable soil of my soul Except my dead body.