The echo of a timeless soul - Bob Marley at 80
If I could still sit under the golden sun and feel the same wind that once carried my melodies across the seas, I would smile. Not because the world is healed, but because the battle for love still rages on.
Eighty years - yet time is nothing but a fleeting shadow against the eternal rhythm of the heart. They called me the King of Reggae, but I was never a king - just a messenger. A voice crying out in the wilderness of Babylon, reminding the world that love is the highest law, that unity is our only salvation.
What has changed since my youth? The faces, the cities, the rulers - yes. But the struggle remains. People are still hungry, not only for bread, but for freedom. The world is still divided by colour, by borders, by illusions. And the young are still searching for the truth, lost in the noise of a system that was never built for them.
If I could, I would still pick up my guitar and sing. I would remind them that the greatest war is not fought with weapons, but with the courage to love in a world designed to make you hate. That money can build empires, but not a soul. That no chains can hold the spirit of a people who know their worth.
But I no longer need to sing. The music still plays. The message is still carried in the voices of those who refuse to bow, who stand for justice, who believe that one love is not just a song - it is a revolution.
So I ask you, my brothers, my sisters, my children, do you hear it? The rhythm of rebellion, the heartbeat of Zion? The struggle continues, but so does the music. And as long as one voice sings of freedom, I will never be gone.
One love. One heart. One destiny.
