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Let the spark lit embers of freedom not be distant from the commons,

The war of petty ideologues within the minds be suppressed before the autumns.

Let the highest pedantic faculties be invigorated to uphold justice,

Even in the face of a deploring scheme of affairs and avarice.

Let mothers be proud for every son they Knight,

To wield sword against those who infest equality like blight.

Let the discerning youth harness all energies for this unwelcome travail,

Every breath be devoted to the motherland along with every muscle frail.

Let the poets not sing bards of mortal love between the Queens and Kings, 

But of platonic affection with the motherland's  petrichor and ocean rings.

Let the masses be  inebriated with the desire to be free from shackles of oppression,

Every poor and needy be part of this metamorphosis to a new creation.

Let my words be lullaby to ear of every little soul born,

So that they may write about uprisings and inspire a revolution that their words adorn.

For these are my last words before I die on one of the most auspicious days,

Having led the nation to victory from Octobers to Mays.

Remember me forever as the cavalier who met a chivalrous end,

And rest me next to the child who fought alongside - my dearest friend...