I
Enrique Magon
Conditions would crush me,
Dull dunces would hush me,
If I were not I.
The world would enchain me,
Each fool would restrain me,
If I were not I.
Dear friends would ignore me
And blockheads would bore me
Until I should die;
But I know the rabble,
Their rant and their gabble,
And I am still I.
With punishments gloomy
They’d strive to undo me,
Because I am I.
I test them and try them
Then scorn and defy them,
For I must be I.
I cherish and love thee,
Think nothing above thee,
O glorious I!
Let others despise thee,
I honor and prize thee,
O infinite I!
L. A. Co. Jail, June 1st, 1916.