Karl Marx's Ghost Poem by Lies Above

What does it feel like?
What does it feel like to be misunderstood?
To have your life's work misinterpreted?
To have caused suffering to many people, in the hands of a tyrant?
One who kills others for reasons not void
The other a pathetic man who killed his own
for power and self indulgence

It is a good thing I am long dead
Because if I lived
the shame they have brought to my
name alone, would have killed me
What does it feel like?
It feels like nothing
For I am dead far beyond the grave