Che

We celebrate the style because they applaud it too

Laugh in tragic synch with all else

And critique the abstract absurdities for social arts's sake

Never saluting the individual spirit that whistles a different note

While stifling the consciousness to permanent asphyxia.

The iconoclast among the lemming humanoids ran a solo marathon

But a marathon nevertheless,

Levelling stark peaks and valleys of self-interest

The revolutionary walked the spirit of love

Violent for the sake of virtue.

Only one in a million will lift a guitar,

To strum the rage against the machine,

Indifference at injustice is common,

Indignation less,

Action for the self-anointed few.

And in death, gain immortality

For, Che asks to kill only a man,

But indeed, it is killing a man,

Of whom,

Few walk the earth.

NB: Korda's photo of Che shown here is supposed to be the most reproduced photograph in history. Che's body died at the age of 39, and spirit lives from that day onwards.