I death.

In death,
As never in life,
I have the freedom to be.
I will be at rest,
At peace.
Condemed,
Judged,
Found unworthy.
In this nightmare of doubt and pain,
I stumble and fall.
I would have set the world a flame
And made evrything new,
If only I was alowed.
But my rights
And dignity have been stripped from me.
Taken I lie bruised and broken.
The rock of the world
Is my tomb.