Revolutionist Ardent his eyesFire of poverty and injusticeBurn his stateEagers to changeWith his words the thoughtsWith his thoughts the worldIn which the brisk naughtThe antiworldYet his folk are busyIn chase of breadNo time to breatheNo time to dreamNo time to mindTheir misery, their stateYet His fire is too idealToo old... too lateTo awake the deadIn… Continue reading #poetry #poems #revolutionary #writing #write