Once I saw a revolutionary,
in my grandfather.
Was a COMRADE.
The red flag was shined like thousands of sun in his mind,
When his world still over on a crutch.
It was a fire that keeped in mind.
The ideas and opinions may be changed,
But it never ends.
Yes,
It's an uncontrolled passion..
A madness that have plagued generations.
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