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Madiba(Nelson Mandela)

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 caged
a mere beast would've choked on rage
but not the noble lion Mandela... Makana...
Madiba!
Great Father!
lift your tattered mane once again!
cross the savannah!
loose your mighty roar to the wind!
shake the heart of the earth mother!
and if she calls you in
break not your stride
you leave us with pride
indeed inside, I am a part of that pride 
the tribe, of man,
blind to black or white...
red, gold and green 
are the only colors we see
and the only fealty we feel  
is to the standard of the Lion
so mighty Lord... 
please... take these lines
or better yet take the nine lives
of these false cats wasting time
and give them instead to the humble lion...
Madiba!...
Kukuza kuka Nxele
the journey is never over! 
                     
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Oliver Sherman More than 1 year ago
"For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others" Nelson Mandela. Kukuza kuka Nxele. The coming of Nkele. Nkele (the lefthanded), or Makana, one of the most remarkable men that South Africa has ever produced, rose by his own merits from a private station to be the leader of the Ndlambe clans in the second decade of this century. It was he who united them against the English after Lord Charles Somerset invaded their country with a view of compelling them to recognise a chief whom they detested. He led in person the attack upon Grahamstown, and only retreated after the flower of his forces was swept away. To obtain peace for his people, he voluntarily surrendered to the English troops, and was sent as a prisoner of state to Robben Island. In attempting to make his escape from the island in a boat, he was drowned. But the Africans would not believe that Makana was dead, for they deemed him immortal. All through the wars Of 1835, 1846-7, and 1851-2, they looked for his reappearance to lead them to victory. Ten years ago his personal ornaments were still in preservation at a village near King William's Town, but about that date the hope of his return was generally abandoned. Injunctions which Makana laid upon his countrymen are still implicitly obeyed. Before his time the corpses of common people were not usually interred, but by his orders it has been done ever since. The saying implies anything long expected, but which never occurs. http://www.sacred-texts.com/afr/xft/xft27.htm
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Frederick Sharp 11 months ago
I too have read this poem several times. It captures the essence of Madiba.
clifton redmond More than 1 year ago
i have read this more than once, you have painted a real gem here
Oliver Sherman More than 1 year ago
Thanks Clifton, I really appreciate how you take time out to review my work. Thanks
Ryan Sturges More than 1 year ago
Great work!
Oliver Sherman More than 1 year ago
Thank You Ryan, I was really worried about doing this right, I feel an elder on the level of Mandela deserves the outmost care and effort in terms of tribute offered to him. I would will it if I could that he would read this before his time here ends. God bless all those who fought so we can eat in the same places and use the same rest rooms. Please read the about my poem in order to get the full overstanding, this is also a tribute to another great Xhosa Leader Makana-called left handed, who fought against the colonials and was locked up on Robben Island hundreds of years before Mr. Mandela. Incidentally Mandela is a leftie. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Makana_(prophet)
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