(This poem is written for the legend Che Guevera)

In a village where seeds are sown and crops grown
a young mother named here son Ernesto
from early age to his untimely demise
Ernesto became a legend which no cuban denies
raised in a family of extensive education
high hopes were expected for Ernesto’s occupation
but his name was burnt into history
for reasons that are considered military
a soldier of fortune who strived for success
because Ernesto knew that failure means death
from Argentina he arose as a guerrilla in the mist
to cuba he was swept to face his conquest
Fidel Castro and Ernesto over threw the government
with new ideas to operate the new parliament
power was seized that very same day
Castro, was still called Castro,
but Ernesto was named Che
and a few months after they’re victory
Che was the centre of a conspiracy
to cease the beating of Che’s heart was the plan
so Cuba could bury they’re sacred man
Che was a father, a husband, a son
and all that was abolished when the bullet left the gun
Che Guevera the legend, the myth
the revolutionary who still exists
teachers who knew him knew he would succeed
and teachers who knew him, said he was born to lead.