It has been a very long walk Manly actions and defiant talks The gigantic whale has fallen The ocean looks on in anguish The great elephant’s day is done He could no longer bear his tusks The old, white mane sets with the sun The world has lost a royal son Bloody body, but head… Continue reading FREEDOM TRAIL
Iroko has fallen in the forest The forest becomes silent Mongudu is dead. Who shall pay the debt? The king of the jungle died In the quest of freedom Who shall then roar like the king? The sun has faded to bring us night Who shall light our path? To claim our freedom right
See, the stars adorn Madiba He’s trail the heaven’s path not pit. Frail plant but not him shall wither See- the stars adorn Madiba; A man who’s cause never cower E’en when hardship on his face lit. See! The stars adorn Madiba, He’s trail the heaven’s path, not pit!
I am the First Accused the question of violence I planned sabotage I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence a calm and sober assessment of the political situation years of tyranny, exploitation, and oppression of my people violence by the African people had become… Continue reading NELSON MANDELA: I AM PREPARED TO DIE (by Lee Bob Black)
Lord take these lines to the old lion, Madiba oh how his eyes still shine so full of life and I, seem to be wasting mine see, by the time he was my age he had already written the next page in the story of his nation’s great future for so many years he was… Continue reading MADIBA (Nelson Mandela by Oliver Sherman)
Before you close your eyes And bow out in grandeur Before you cease to know That the sun rises to keep the day And the stars dot the cloud at night Listen to your voice in me Life has everything to draw From the prints of yours upon sand Times will count down And… Continue reading TAKE A STROLL
N ever shall I forget Mandela, the E pitome of goodness and justice L ikeness of loyal men, a S age with a salient service O ptimist in the midst of doubts N Noble among our men M an as bold as palace priest A uthor and mover of great visions N ever stopping, never… Continue reading OUR PRIDE, NELSON MANDELA
Madiba, my eyes remain dry, my lips yet un-tense Yes, I have not shed a tear (I hope that makes sense) Since the many lips started wagging in anticipation Eyes shedding false tears, mine I held in constipation. Should I have wept that the iroko shook in a breeze? My tears should not for that… Continue reading NOT BEFORE THE FLASHBULB CREW (for Madiba Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela)