His brother thought
He was tough enough
To love so much
That he lit himself
On fire
Thinking
It was
The best
Way
To light
The road
Ahead
Now we all
Stand in line
To do the same
For our
Younger
Admirers
Whispering
Our last words
Like a prayer
Opening
A new day
In the middle of
The night
There is no camera around
Before my turn
I think mister Scott-Heron
Was right
The revolution will not
Be televised