They were young
Full of life, full of guts
Determined to make a difference in this cruel world
They had hope—the hope of the hopeless
One may say they were naïve—Maybe
They faced life with unexplained alterations
With a dull sense of revolutionary conviction
Gleeful and uncompromising
They were fearless
And they died as brave as they lived
Victims of leaders who failed to lead them
Victims of a government that instigated their death
Instead of protecting them
But little did they know that beyond the boundaries of their beings
They still live—forever live
For they are, from now on, like our forefathers
The echoes that will always send our hearts and minds vibrate
The patriotic spirits that will someday guide us to victory
Victory against repression, humiliation, and exploitation
Because they are and forever will be our inextinguishable voices
Ardain Isma 11/27/2019
