But life extracted from you the last full measure
Of assurance and solidarity to the hungry, the naked
The disinherited, the voiceless and the exploited.
I stand by the needy even in the land of plenty,
You declared, post-Katrina. From Africa to Cuba,
From Tehran to Timor, they hailed your victory.
May your Bolivarian revolt, aglow with moral righteousness
Smite the tyrant and aid the weak for ages to come.