They came from Leo, again: A poem 

I didn’t go through all this pain 

for nothing. In my soul is ingrained 

the beds of yearnings where I have lain 

These ideals chose never to deign 

My loyalty never dies, never flies 

away in doubts of whats and whys 

I lived in every night like a knight 

never confounded by my plight 

 You pierced the sky like a needle 

asking me for what I did battle 

I answered I have counted the bulls in the cattle 

It’s only with justice for my Dad that I’ll settle