Here is a gentle poem from the Chilean literary genius, Pablo Neruda, who won a Nobel Prize in 1971. He was murdered on the orders of the fascist, General Pinochet, who was friend to both UK and US governments at the time.
Leave Me A Place Underground
Leave me a place underground, a labyrinth,
where I can go, when I wish to turn,
without eyes, without touch,
in the void, to dumb stone,
or the finger of shadow.
I know that you cannot, no one, no thing
can deliver up that place, or that path,
but what can I do with my pitiful passions,
if they are no use, on the surface
of everyday life,
if I cannot look to survive,
except by dying, going beyond, entering
into the state, metallic and slumbering,
of primeval flame?
– Pablo Neruda