Never Surrender

And if my blood is spilled in the street and leaks onto the concrete 
I pray that it writes a beautiful poem of how I never surrendered.
And if what I say disturbs you because you have misconstrued my view
I hope that when the smoke clears, my people can see I never surrendered.
And even when I stand at the gallows
My head will not hang low
A persistent battle I'll put up until I go
Because I will never surrender. 


                              Che Guevara