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.