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He fought for peace without using violence We kill for more land and more money His broken down body suffered in silence The tips of long fingers grow bloody He yearned for freedom, longed for change We, loaded with change in our jars He sacrificed much, and much endured pains Whether in front or behind the bars Though poverty stricken, starving by choice A hero fulfilling his heart and his soul One ideal, one idol, one whisper, one voice A nourished reward when he reached his goal (A tribute to Gandhi)