He is a man always left on his solitude br with his might set, like a sharp sword. br His hands always exhausting pens, br with papers filled to the brim. br br His heart gush and groan wide br with his head affirming, from side to side. br His words forces of wide thought br scheming words of all sought. br br His dreams scanned in booklet, br this man rain all in droplet. br He exposes the secret of nature br and give details of all creature. br br He mimics the ways of the philosophers br but not of vivid terms, it differs. br He write of many immortal shadow br setting transparency of emmence sorrow. br br His mind fight with his desire, br his heart embellishing what he has acquire. br When he turned activist of the state br his works, even the little hate. br br His words read the heart of many br causing his plight to be plenty. br He was killed because of his poem. br He is a poet who died by his poem.