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15 lutego 2014

Madiba

it is said that
a prophet finds no honor
in his own country


hard truths
boldly spoken
are received as a
wretched cacophony
threatening to melt
the caked wax
blocking the closed
intolerant ears of
intransigence


Madiba
once found no
personhood
in his homeland


his people driven
from their land
by Voortrekkers


snortling Boers
gobbling the land
uprooting native
people from villages
they had occupied
since the dawn
of time


spilling Zulu blood
into roiling rivers
of conquest


meeting peaceful
petitions of the
aggrieved with
Sharpsville bullets
splattering
the blood of
innocents onto
hardscrabble roads


redressing crimes
against the victims
by corralling them into
denuded Bantustans
where rivers do not
flow, grass never grows,
game cannot graze;
only the dust doth blow


riddling the captives
with torments of
Transvaal Apartheid,
mocking the speakers
of mother tongues with
the fained eloquence
of bastardized Afrikaans


the dominion of the
oppressors, sanctioned
and affirmed by exiling
a people from their land,
outlawing their language,
dividing the nations into
a fallacy of separate
destinies where a forgetful
history blessed with amnesia
will anoint the conquerors
with the spoils of abundance
stolen from the vanquished


Madiba spoke of these things
and was awarded a prison
cell for twenty seven years


but the hostages of
a conquerors justice
remained destined
to be freed by the arrival
of an accepted truth
set free by the very words
prophetically spoken


prisons cannot contain truth
steel bars cannot imprison
the idea of divine justice


it slips through the smallest openings
like a wafting fragrance of the first day of spring


it saws away at the rust strewn steel bars
like the surest movement of a master carpenter’s arm


it melts the thickest links of iron chains
in the fiery forges that burn in the hearts
of all freedom loving people


the truth of justice
is born and takes flight
on the wings of history
covering the globes
cardinal ordinates


nesting in the most
humble villages
and mean estates
on God’s good earth


truth and reconciliation
can never be separated
planted together to grow
healthy nations and
communities of
trust and restoration


Madiba, you always
found honor with
the salt of the earth
the children of light
who seek to dispel
the darkness of
acrimony and
domination


we continue to
walk your way
guided by your
prophetic visions
we take the first steps
asking liberators to join
with oppressors, pairing
in a magnanimous walk
along wholesome pathways
perceiving the buena vistas
of reconciled communities
firmly established
on foundations
of peace, equality
and justice for all citizens


I caught a fleeting glimpse of Madiba
as he rolled by in the Canyon of Heros
showered under a June blizzard of confetti
and a resounding acclimation of love.


I was a plebe inhabiting a lower floor
Broadway office, yet my station blessedly
brought me closer to Madiba.  As he passed
I was moved by his miraculous smile and felt
the colossal reverberations of his waving arm
triumphantly hailing the sweet freedom of
liberation all hostages of feigned justice
exude in the vindication of divine justice
enraptured in the joy of affirmed truth.


Dearest Madiba
we are enriched
and blessed for
the time you walked
among us.  


You fought
the good fight
my brother.


Rest easy
for we shall resume
the climb to
the next mountaintop.


Well done Madiba
Godspeed


Rolihlahla “Nelson” Mandela
7/18/18 - 12/5/13


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