A Visionnaire’s Passing

He took a long walk through
This country, of:
Toiling coolies, slums and riots
Secret societies, unrests and dividedness

He alone believed that
We were much more than this
So alone he paved and fought
For his visions and beliefs

Now he is old, tired and weary
And it is time to lay down to rest
The unknown life of this inspiring veteran
Etched across this city at its best.

LKY and family


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