Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘My youth hero – Che Guevara[1]’

 

Hakphaang,

 

 

Samsenthai road

Seems to be the locus of my memories

Any time I pass it by

Images of the past rushing in

Like a dam with an open floodgate

In the monsoon day

 

 

In front of Namphu

Next to the national library

Stood a building

Once housed a display

Of Che Guevara posters

 

Being a rebel youth in heart

I love the man

For what he stood for

For what he fought against

 

Couldn’t help to wonder

If only our revolution was only

Half of what he espoused

Justice would be at our heart

Not power for the power sake

And luxury wouldn’t be in our vocabulary

 

As they say

Some just pretend to be

What they are not

 

Only through the test of time

With death at the end of the line

Do we know

What really us

What is just a decoration

 

Oh this world

What a web of lies

Of deception

 

What you see is not

What you get

A revolutionary yesterday

Today but a tyrant

 

Not sure

This is the way

To wind people’s hearts

To build a country

 

Don’t know about others

For me

The spirit of Che Guevara

Still runs deep

In my heart

In my soul

 

With my head turned

To the direction of the building

Once the spirit of Che Guevara reigned

I bowed to the place

Many young lives affected

 

Knowing full well

Somewhere in our hearts

There’s still a place

For a man like our youth hero

A man of justice yearning

A man of commitment this life worth living

And a man of sacrifice

For the things we deeply care

Che Guevara

 

 

10.10.03