Death Is a Meaningless Word For a Revolutionary

Death Is a Meaningless Word For a Revolutionary (Poem)



You can kill me
But my soul will live forever
In the heart of those who had nothing
In the souls of those whose sweat was bought for free

You can kill me
But I will live in the moment
In the heart of the revolutionary scourge
In the doctrine of eternal struggle

In the sickness of the façade unveiled by the unbridled mind
You can kill me
But you will never kill the cause
You will never kill the history of the people

You will never kill me
Because I fear death not
Because I fear blood not
Because I fear life not
Because I fear history not


Francois R.