Give Me To The Wind Poem by John F. McCullagh

The Judge decreed that I must die
for my 'crime' of self-defense.
I've spent five years in prison since
abused in every sense.
When I have done my final dance
And the hangman cuts me down.
Please donate my organs.,
Don't consign them to the ground.
Let one blind see with my eyes.
Let my young heart beat free.
Give others a new lease on life
Don't say the gift is me.
Better that than to become dust
as you wear black and mourn.
Death is not the end of Life
So do not be forlorn.
Don't consign me to the ground
That would be a waste and sin.
Consume with fire what is left
and give me to the wind