The One who is Always There

You,
comrade,
the one who is always there.
The one
who never fell back.
Shit!
The one who never
played coward
with the flesh of the people.
Who stood up
against beatings and jail,
exile and shadow.

You,
comrade,
the one who is always there.

And I love you
for your timeless honor,
—little sensitive animal,
for your faith,
greater
and more heroic
than all the giants
of all religions combined.

But, you know,
the centuries to come
will stand on their toes
on the shoulders of this planet,
trying to touch your dignity
burning with courage
even then.

You,
comrade,
who never betrayed
your people,
with tortures
nor with prisons,
nor with graft,
you,
tender star,‬
will come of age with pride
for the delirious millions
emerging
from the depths of history
to give you glory,
you,
modest and human,
simple proletariat,
the one who is always there,
unbreakable
metal of the land.