My friend, my friend, brother in arms, you do not sleep, no, you do not sleep. Perhaps your heart hears the rose of yesterday growing, the last rose of yesterday, the new rose. Rest gently brother. The new rose is yours, the new earth is yours, you have put on a new dress of deep seed and your soft silence is filled with roots. You shall not sleep in vain, Brother.

The world marches to the place
where you were going,
Brother.

The songs of your mouth advance 
each day for freedom and justice,
in the mouth of the glorious people
that you loved.

Your heart was brave.
They are your people,
Brother;

Those who today speak your name,
we who from everywhere,
from the water and the land,
with your name leave unspoken
and speak other names.

Because fire does not die.
Brother.