Ernesto Che - Poem by Imtiaz Emon
Few bullet stopped your voice.
The line of poem was born from this silentness.
Make a poem,
Immortal with revolution.
A classless society,
An equal society.
Few dream about humanity.
Few bullet make this dreams colorful.
You are immortal in your dream.
You immortal in your revolution.
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