NovelGentry
22nd September 2004, 16:42
This poem was brought about by a poem comrade Sombra (RebelRedRage) had made (but now I think she's too shy to post). What started as me changing hers to give her some inspiration and better ideas turned into it's own independent creature. Her's was done from the perspective of Che and his revolutionary stance, while mine has been flipped around to that of a revolutionary inspired by Che. Anyway, don't just view it and ignore it like most people seem to do with my posts... give me soem damn feedback, and lots of it!
Dearest Che Guevara,
You have raptured the peace of my mind,
Broken it with rife indignation
And stolen it's innocence with the blood of a million working class hands.
I begged myself to ignore your call:
Insistent, distraught, instilled with the pain of the Cuban people,
Nay a unified American people.
You kept me awake a night, searching for your flaw;
Leaving me with none.
Now I only beg for your forgiveness.
Forgive me of my cowardice and indifference.
Forgive me of my ignorance and challenge me;
Challenge me to fight as you have fought,
Challenge me to die for what you sought,
Challenge me to care as they cannot,
And challenge me to never forget.
Because when we forget is when we fail.
When we look upon our victory in vain and cry out that we have won;
We have not won.
It is not us that we were fighting for.
And when our once comrades abandon this struggle,
Break down and destroy our solidarity,
Allow me to raise my rifle to them as I have to the enemies in my past.
Let my ideals label me Marxist,
But my actions revolutionary.
Dearest Che Guevara,
You have raptured the peace of my mind,
Broken it with rife indignation
And stolen it's innocence with the blood of a million working class hands.
I begged myself to ignore your call:
Insistent, distraught, instilled with the pain of the Cuban people,
Nay a unified American people.
You kept me awake a night, searching for your flaw;
Leaving me with none.
Now I only beg for your forgiveness.
Forgive me of my cowardice and indifference.
Forgive me of my ignorance and challenge me;
Challenge me to fight as you have fought,
Challenge me to die for what you sought,
Challenge me to care as they cannot,
And challenge me to never forget.
Because when we forget is when we fail.
When we look upon our victory in vain and cry out that we have won;
We have not won.
It is not us that we were fighting for.
And when our once comrades abandon this struggle,
Break down and destroy our solidarity,
Allow me to raise my rifle to them as I have to the enemies in my past.
Let my ideals label me Marxist,
But my actions revolutionary.