I see them all in my head
Their smiles and laughter
Their anger and their joy
It all runs back to me like a whirlwind
They hit me back with dust
I loved to be with them
I cherish all the memories I have of them
I wish to get more of this
To be with them
To laugh with them
And to enjoy the stories they told
There was no goodbye between us
The laws of the land forbids it
With hope I wish to see them again
To give them the kisses of joy
I will always and forever remember them
I am now a revolutionist who wishes
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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