You took a bullet for us
Gave us freedom.
You walked alone
Millions followed.
A revolution began
Sent shock waves to the British throne.
Spoke only the truth
Practiced nonviolence.
Father of the nation
A divine soul.
We stand in ovation
Speechless and tearful.
Your spirit is not dead
It can never die.
It is in us
In every ounce of our blood.
We are billion-plus strong now
A formidable, mighty power.
We still follow your precepts
Our children mourn your death.
My words are too humble
But I still want to pay my last respects.
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