Hear who I am.
I do not beg nor cry for your morning light
Daybreak can keep its natural calls
I prefer the scream of man as I strike in darkness
And blood bellows its silent fear
I do not beg nor cry for your hope
Fervour springs lighter in darkened hate of cloudy skies
I prefer the feel of death on my blood-wet hands
Drier than my soul can ever be
I do not beg nor cry for your joy
None such sentiment lives now in your blood
I prefer salted tears on weathered cheeks
Proclaiming fear has danced nearby
I do not beg nor cry for your honour
It flowed freely with your blood and sacrifice
I prefer your soul for I am Death
And I beg nor cry for no man.
Jack C. Regan, Somalia 2004
Poem scrawled on the wall of his cell before his escape.