A TRIBUTE TO MADIBA

When there was the struggle 
And many stayed away from the trouble 
You stood and was thrown in the can 
For not being to injustice, a fan. 
Yes, in the can, 
From where many a-nothings run, 
You stood tall 
And took the fall 
Rising from beneath the dirt and heeding to the call 
Of change 
How strange! 
That you changed the nature of all the addictive vindictiveness, 
Eating that sweet-cally food just once in your attractiveness, 
And giving the rest to others that you so well surpassed. 
You are the man whose conscience tease 
The many who power please. 
You will rest in peace, 
For you have passed the mark of goodness, 
And you have reaped that goodness 
Even on this earth, so what is sorrow to do? 
All living and non-living stand aside for your passing. 
In the mind’s eye of many 
The trees provide the instrumentals while the birds sing, 
Even the vultures trumpet 
While the earth moth for the first time seeks a corpsy-pet. 
You’ve made your mark, 
That can never be concealed in the dark. 
There are the many bows 
That you so rightly deserve. 
Walk slowly, slowly and slowly to eternity. 
And when you reach eternity, 
Rest peacefully, peacefully and peacefully 
For that is all we will want for your many 
Gifts of great examples bestowed upon the human habitat. 
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, (c) 2013.