Awake, your sleep prolong sacred revolts
And you still do belong to earth, its calls
Rise and shine, you are the star not done
We need you burn again, bring forth peace

Your wounds be wet again, bleed so deep
And colour all roses this spring* could bring
Lest found this mob stray in swindling mist
The flame be your soul that defeat all winds

Shattered lie organs, testified for dreaming
A missile may mutilate your body, not spirit
A martyr of war unwanted may you’re gone
Living through our words you linger forever

Awake, you still do owe a thousand births
Let your blood fill my pen, gasping words
Let the road you preferred guide all blinds
With footprints felt even in mean tempests

Rise and shine, you are the star not done
No abyss yet formed to devour your soul
You own followers though fear does reign
Spring is far not, you’re the flame of hope

Rise and shine, you are the poem read often
No word yet born degrading your Prophesy

"Spring has another meaning...revolution? (Am no communist!) my humble tribute to all those souls...forced to leave.man made rules,drawn boundaries,wars...for endless reasons"