You Never Died

O Leader! O Savior! O Heart so Brave! Words falter to honour the path you've paved. The nation's core, now fortified with zeal, We stand to combat, with spirits of steel. No predator lurks, no harm to dread, Your flame has scattered the shadows we fled. Beneath the azure sky, the sun's bright gaze, We bask in the light of liberated days. You were the beacon, the guiding flare, The vessel that carried us through despair. Your name, a byword for valour's crest, A voice for the silenced, an ear for the oppressed. You granted wings to those who'd never flown, To brave the wastelands, to face the unknown. In your footsteps, we found our pace, Learning to rise from the dust with grace. Yet whispers claim you've departed our side, The thought alone makes the hopeful tide. Denial grips me; the news can't be true, As the masses mourn, their sorrow is in view. My pen trembles, heavy with unshed tears, Echoing the solitary cry that sears. I hold back the flood, let it inwardly weave, May it nourish the love you've left us to grieve. You are the whisper in the wind's call, The strength that rises after a fall. In the unity of one and all, O Leader, O Braveheart, you never fall. © 30/09/2014 Malik Yaseen