I burn for you.
A mirror of the sun,
My radiance renewed.
Death is not a waste,
It was my own brave choice.
The smoking carcass,
From which I rise,
Was just a human cage,
Oppression trapped my voice,
Until I yelled my pain.
With a passion and a rage,
I inspire a storm to rain.
Now the stars come singing.
Suns and moons in chorus,
Like birds above the sea,
Stirring every grain.
Natural force embracing,
As a healing light flies free.
Bring honour to your nations
To end this tyranny.                  © Will Barton 2011