The Comrade Who Died In Exile

✊️The Comrade who died in exile✊️

When grief has been made public
We have to mourn
Mourn for the comrade who died in exile.

Acts of freedom pushed him into exile
For his heart was guided by the seeds of freedom
Freedom his greatest treasure.

Protesting against injustices
His life became an endless toil
Storms of trial and tribulations is what he witnessed.
His heart know no rest nor respite
Mourn for the comrade who died in exile.

It is easy to forget the comrade who died in exile
When history and biography share no common root.

The thought of you comrade fills me with words
Yet renders me speechless
To the point where writing this poem hurts
Because I know writing and reciting a poem for you is not enough.