Honors to Fidel, Fiery Prophet of the Dawn

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Let’s go, you ardent prophet of dawn, to build the new world that you dreamed of, spreading humanity among the poor of the earth and sowing solidarity, peace and respect between people in the hearts of all of us.
– Che

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One of the world’s most beloved and emblematic leaders, the main protagonist of the twentieth century, has emerged as a strategist with a vision beyond his time, always pointing to the future.

Comandante Fidel Castro began his march towards eternity and we don’t feel grief or mourning, because he leaves our souls full of his example and actions of love for a better world.

As the poets expressed it, only when we give the word to the sea and listen to the testimony of the jungle, can we know the dimension of being, of which the trees know his age and repeat with the waves his name to sing with the wind his history, which is the heartbeat of the salt, the flight of the seagulls, the hours of the malecón, the royal palm, the amber cane, the rainbow of the tocororo bird, the white-blue flag of the ruby in the sky and the memory that rages in the heroic blood of a whole people, when they sing La Bayamesa.

Among so many other things that express his sublime stature as a true revolutionary, we learned from him that every enemy can be defeated; that no weapon, no force is capable of surrendering a people who decide to fight for their rights.

To be internationalist is to pay off our debt to humanity …

Among so many other things that express his sublime stature as a true revolutionary, we learned from him that every enemy can be defeated; that no weapon, no force is capable of surrendering a people who decide to fight for their rights; that whoever is not able to fight for others will never be able to fight for himself; that ideas don’t need arms, insofar as the great masses are capable of conquering them; that when an energetic people weeps, injustice trembles; that there is no independence and no revolution without socialism and without international solidarity; and that to be internationalist is to pay off our debt to humanity …

Without any repentance, he challenged the condemnations of the oppressors, facing the trial of history, convinced of his absolution, because he knew of the unobjectionable justice of his struggle for a free country, of which he was sure that he would rather drown in the sea than consent to be anyone’s slave.

In him, Bolivar; in him, Martí; in him, the peoples in struggle, hasta la victoria. That is why Our America, the mestizo America, the mulatto America, the Hispanic America, the African America, will keep, for ever and ever, in the amphora of its breast, his unflinching example, his unspeakable glory and infinite love for the true Fidel, for the man of the imposing beard, for the man of the sugar cane, for the sincere man and eternal guerrilla fighter.

With the combative verb from our souls, every fighter of the FARC, in the name of humble Colombia, which thanks to him, will finally feel the caress of Peace, we say hasta siempre to Fidel; Honor and infinite gratitude to the human being and the comrade; Honor and infinite gratitude to the comandante, to his rifle, his light, and the glittering brilliance of his star.

FARC-EP Central High Command


Fiery Prophet of the Dawn


Poem for Fidel by Che Guevara

Let’s go,
Fiery prophet of the dawn,
Down winding secret paths,
To free the green land that you love.

Let’s go,
To avenge many wrongs,
Our foreheads full of rebel stars,
Swearing to win or die.

When the first shot is heard and the land wakes up,
Like a girl startled out of sleep,
We’ll be there by your side, calm warriors,
We’ll be there.

When your voice proclaims to the four winds
Land reform, justice, bread and freedom,
We’ll be there to echo your words,
We’ll be there.

The day the wild beast is wounded in its side
by our liberating aim,
We’ll be with you, hearts full of pride,
We’ll be there.

Don’t think that they can make us tremble,
Armed with gifts and decorations,
We want a rifle, bullets, a stick,
Nothing more.

And if their rifles mow us down,
We only ask for Cuban tears
As winding sheets for fighters
Washed away by the flow of history,
Nothing more.

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