Looking into the sun
As the fire within, burned
Millions whose dreams were on his shoulders
And, the other million who were trying to shatter them
Decades passed as silence spoke
Misery was what they bore
Humiliation to the core
But, he arose from the ashes
To lead them to salvation
Voice that he gave them
A mind to think
A determination to get what they deserved
A way to live
A dream that came true-freedom.
Colors being judged
On paintings alone...
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