& talking to those millions of people
He looks at them,
His eyes‘re brightening
They’re clapping their hands
They’re screaming,
Those screams of victory & excitement
He’s that symbol of liberation
And freedom…
He gave them back their rights,
Their goods, their freedom
He’s one of them,
Having the same sweat smell,
The same dreams,
The same plans…
He used to hate that reality
That humiliated them all,
Those facts that offended him…
The peasant working in the land
He could never own,
As this category of people
Could never even dream it
Their children could never even
Dream of getting the least of education
What could they ever get?
Poverty
Corruption
Humiliation
& Frustration
And what a frustrated population
Could ever give?
He was a leader,
A rebel,
A hero…
A signal for the millions to start moving:
To work, to develop,
To create their own chances,
Their own time,
Their own civilization…
He stood up there
As he always did
& the millions were standing down there
Listening to him
But this time he couldn’t see them
He couldn’t hear their screams of victory
He said:
“My people,
I cannot hear you anymore”
And the people screamed:
“We’re right here for you,
We can hear you,
But we want you to hear us,
See us and feel us “
He couldn’t hear them,
He got frustrated that they lost
Their enthusiasm,
That they lost him and he lost them…
THEY built that glass wall
Between him & his people
They could see him,
Hear him standing there
Talking, screaming and sacrifing
His life for them…
But he couldn’t see them or hear them,
THEY isolated him,
Built that wall around him,
He couldn’t see them violated,
Humiliated,
By THEM…by his men…
By his soldiers,
He thought they were building
Bridges so everyone would find his way
To freedom, to success
Not knowing they were building walls
And prisons to abort his project,
And murder the new born freedom…
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