I might be gone
The revolution is but sacrifice,
Determination to the struggle,
If all these have been achieved I would like to be there,
In the hot summers of this journey my marchet would be this pen,
In the turbulent of storms I will soldier on,
Am a warrior for peace,
Warrior for intellectual circumcision,
Tomorrow might start without me,
If so, don’t think id be gone,
For every time I visit in thoughts,
Id be right there in your heart.
I might be gone, but remember the course.