Living carcass...
Shamelessly in formation stand
Long faces and swollen eyes
But let the incorruptible sons of peace mourn...
Madiba
Living dead...
Lips that cry
With soiled hearts
Leaders too proud to learn
But let the true mothers of freedom morn...
Madiba
Dark light...
Hearts too corrupt to feel loss
Empty pain, they bleed wine and scum
Soon they too will travel with secret scandals waiting to be printed
Let Africa mourn...
Madiba
Time didn't bend him
Jail didn't break him
Power didn't consume him
Fame didn't corrupt him
Rather peace fed him
Worries didn't kill him
Instead, death lost to him...
Madiba
True soldier
... without a gun
His words and gentile relentlessness were the weapons that buried enemies of Africa
In rest he rises in every true African
Let Earth mourn
Madiba...
Author's Note
Shamelessly in formation stand
Long faces and swollen eyes
But let the incorruptible sons of peace mourn...
Madiba
Living dead...
Lips that cry
With soiled hearts
Leaders too proud to learn
But let the true mothers of freedom morn...
Madiba
Dark light...
Hearts too corrupt to feel loss
Empty pain, they bleed wine and scum
Soon they too will travel with secret scandals waiting to be printed
Let Africa mourn...
Madiba
Time didn't bend him
Jail didn't break him
Power didn't consume him
Fame didn't corrupt him
Rather peace fed him
Worries didn't kill him
Instead, death lost to him...
Madiba
True soldier
... without a gun
His words and gentile relentlessness were the weapons that buried enemies of Africa
In rest he rises in every true African
Let Earth mourn
Madiba...
Author's Note
A sad and final call to glory of Africa's No1 citizen and indeed one of the world's greatest soldiers against oppression, slavery, poverty, and discrimination.
This poem also points a finger at today's African leaders who stand adamant in their corruption and senseless greed, and indifference to peace, equality before the law,
© Kyng David. All rights reserved , 2013
True Soldier without a gun... You lived more than what is expected of an average man. Now you ve joined the living deads. You die but you live more even in d grave. "Gbenga. Eket."
ReplyDelete"In rest he rises in every true African" And yet still 'Ase. I feel like dancing to the beat of the joy of my African nation and my ancestors." In rest he rises in every true African' 'Ase
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