The Voice of a Legend

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.