The last wish

Again

When I woke up today,

It was less than dawn.

My dream was strange,

Patriotism took a leap

From my country to my world

I viewed myself standing,

Like Vitruvian!

So diverse my body

Yet so one! 

I could clearly see all the continents

The oceans and the seas

With their functions and their looks

With those mountains and those brooks!

I stamped on my foot

It hurt

I slapped my left hand with my right

It hurt

Frenzied, I pulled my hair

It hurt
So silly, I thought, and started caressing
My fingers travelled through my world!

Everywhere, is it me? Me! And me?!

Then where is the real I

O, and my country, where is she!

O god, do I not have the guilt

Am I not a traitor! Am I not a fraud!

The calming went on in quiet ecstasy
Vitruvian smiles, strong, arms stretched

Shamelessly uncovered, an open page

I wake up!

Last wish told...

The painter has come

He will place all the parts of my world onto Vitruvian

And bury it with me.

Tomorrow, they will hang me to death

Yes I admit I am guilty.

I think it will still take some time for the Intelligent people, engaged in diverse activities, like rocket science and weapons for mass destruction, to understand this simple unimpressive fact. But once they do...Oh! The magic will happen. Vol de mort will befriend Dumbledore! And the spell for the transformation could be....Voldoreus!