with eyes tight closed i look into the soul of my passion...
with ears hard of hearing i listen to sounds of waves crashing...
with nose clogged up i breathe deep the aroma of the city...
with mouth shut quiet i speak boldly on how life's a pity...
blind, deaf, insensitive and dumb, i hang on to my pride...
with the realization that revolution takes a greater sight...
a sweet tune of music, the aroma of victory, a voice of power...
i sit and meditate on the road i travel, tastes bitter sour...
the open path before me beckons in all directions, decisions...
i am a revolutionary in thought and life, that is my inscription...

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