We've always been as enemies.
I didn't much like him.
He didn't like me.
At the end of his days, he sent me a letter;
explaining what had happened.
I was there when they laid him in the grave.
When I arrived at the ceremony, to say a few words about my enemy, everyone seemed angry, and rightly.
"Why would he give it ALL TO ME?"
Is what I was sure they were all thinking, also rightly.
I do not crave power;
only so much as to protect my family,
my community, against any further injustices.
They will never say it, in public.
Nor admit it.
I don't look the part of "RULER OF MEN."
Especially to these men:
Chinese, Korean, Italians, they don't look like me.
I will never be them; they, never me.
"There was no love lost between us.
You all know this.
Even lying here, in the grave, he yet has my hatred:"
So I began, giving these words, about a man, I hated.
"Truly, when I heard he was sick I was happy to hear it.
When news reached me he was dying, I rejoiced over it.
And when he was dead I felt relief thinking about it.
Then after this, his letter was delivered to me and I read it."
He was eloquent in his words & desires for a new world.
And I was to be the architect;
joining his & my resources to create it.
"It must be a trick," my advisors said it!
And so I gathered all the men I could and went out to find it.
"You're all angry, since you now know he gave it all to me.
He gave me more power than YOU.
And combined with my own, I now have power over YOU.
But this man lying here, as much as I did not like him, rest in peace, HE WAS NO FOOL.
And that's all I came to say about the man lying here Dead. I didn't like him......but NO FOOL.''
And with that I left.
