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He saw through time,

Through consequence, through action,

Results he decided,were vital.

He shouldered his rifle ,

Rallied his comrades, and went on a march for the future.

He made his mark , more so

He set a benchmark.

Eventually as all stories go,

Caught he was one day.

And hanged without any splendor,

A visionary, A revolutionary, A freedom fighter.

The noose around his neck,

His eyes full of fire,

The last words as the rope grew taut,

‘I have never felt this alive as I do now’.