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In the dusk of a hot summer eve,

With a bat in hand and a heart on his sleeve,  

He ran the bases like the wind through the trees,  

A son of the island, a man born to please.

From San Juan's shores to the big league dreams,  

He played for us all, not just for the teams,  

With every swing, he painted the sky,  

A warrior, a hero, who dared to fly high.

But beyond the field, his heart knew no bounds,  

In the struggles of others, his spirit resounds.  

He saw the pain in the eyes of the meek,  

And with every gesture, he gave them a voice to speak.

He flew to the rescue, with aid in his hands,  

A true champion for the oppressed in the lands,  

From Nicaragua's rubble to the streets of despair,  

He carried their burdens, showing how much he cared.

Proud of his roots, he stood tall and defiant,  

A beacon of hope for the Latino and Black,  

With dignity, he walked, paving paths that were narrow,  

For those who would follow, he became their hero.

He shattered the silence, broke barriers down,  

In a world filled with shadows, he wore the crown,  

His courage ignited a flame in the hearts,  

Of generations to come, who would play their own parts.

Oh, Clemente, you soared like an eagle so free,  

A legend in life, a spirit we see,  

For every child dreaming, you showed them the way,  

To rise above struggles, to seize the day.

Though the winds of fate took you too soon,  

Your legacy lingers, like a sweet, gentle tune,  

In the hearts of the people, your story will dwell,  

Roberto, our angel, in heaven you fell.

Now we carry your torch, with pride in our stride,  

For the love that you gave, we stand side by side,  

You played for us all, for love, not for fame,  

A testament to strength, we honor your name.

Rolando Matias