Father of a Nation
He is called the Father of a nation
Back in the country, where I was born.
He was a tremendous leader and orator
And one fine morning
He was lying in the pool of blood
In his own house, gunned down.
I saw the video footage of his speech
There was certain easiness in his voice
He moved a whole nation
He led them to a dream of liberation.
Motivated, spirited, they fought for a country,
A country of their own.
I still see people divisive in their recollection of past
Divisive in their opinions, perceptions
Some admire the Father of the nation
Some have other controversial observations
About his ruling and the aftermath of the liberation.
It felt tragic sometimes, that the same leader
That moved a whole nation
Was brutally murdered in his own country
He was not in-exile
He did not escape
He did not have a chance to apprehend the impending fate.
“And, I think, you know little, so very little!” A voice cried out loud.
I was looking at those typed words and felt sure inside, that
I have started, somehow, somewhere.
All that is now, so very important.
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