They only shot a man

This is my last revolution.
This revolution failed.
This was a crusade of the rascals.
I am dirty and hungry myself.
My life is at an end.
I should have saved the last bullet for myself,
and not been taken prisoner.
They eye me like a prize bull.
Tomorrow they will shoot me,
take my body to their masters.
There is no more Che Guevara.
The revolution will not die
with my death.
They only shot a man.

Poet´s note. Che Guevara was shot in Bolivia. Since his death, he has become an icon of revolutionaries.

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