Sighting the south with sadness
Feeling the groans of the people like echoes of a rumbling thunder
Shouted a voice in the midst of the voiceless
Halt! Attention all!
A thought of this voice is like a thought of dead stones having ears to hear
A voice shinning as light to the dark morning
Extinguishing the fears and panic of the south
Leaving behind no sweat to wet our gowns
Now optimism is our next option
And pessimism of no optional no function
For wrong rhythms are now blended by new compositions
And the time is still ticking to sweep the days of the traitors
What a legend to behold!
Imagine a world with him.