If I Must Die
if I must die
let me die true of truth
that I may know the truth
that I may enter the house of truth
and meet lady truth reclining on the sofa
let me touch her face and hear her voice
let me drink from her springs of purity
lest my thirsty wont be quenched
until the limpid sacred flow into my blood
if I must die
give me power to pronounce the word truth
teach me how to spell the word truth
then i shall glow full of truth
grant me powers to scan the truth
that I may set a light of truth in my darkened soul
that i may read from the book of truth the truth
that leads to the holy bed of truth
If I must die
bury me in the grave of truth
that I and her may exchange intelligent ideas
and kiss and caress truthfully in harmonic truth
let me see the colour and texture of truth
give me the pleasurable feelings of truth
that I walk into the gate of chambers of death while true
if I must die
let me be a volcano of truth
let me rapture into an explosion of truth
then shower and rain dust of truth
let the molten truth flow then
covering the vegetation
and bear grounds allover
if I must die
crucify me on the cross of truth
crucify me on the rays of the rising sun
then give me wings to fly free
away from rhythms of purgation
away from the shapes of pain
free to the land of painted victory
Copyright © Bulinya Martins | Year Posted 2010
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