El Che

I found my idol when I was twelve,
I distinctly remember that day so well.

Ernesto Guevara was his name,
And since then my life has never been the same.

He became my hero, a true legend.
His persona was just mighty elegant.

He did not preach, or gave sermons,
But stood up and fought the opposing demons.

He always thought of one word: "Revolution."
He believed that it was the ultimate solution.

He taught me what it takes to be a rebel.
And to have the courage to face the devil.

He taught me how to be unselfish,
And to do what it takes to fulfill your wish.

He has been dead for forty years,
But "Che" is a word the C.I.A still fears.

He's left behind an impressive legacy,
For a martyr's 'death' is a mere fallacy.

El Che, you never will die.
"Viva la Revolution", let us all cry