John Stone

The old mans eyes lights up As he retells the story of the hero Who grew in his own village our village Who was one of them grew with them He tells of how the hero disagreed With the colonial church and went on To found the African independent church Later on he joined the freedom fighters On the fateful day they surrounded His hideout as he awaited provision Sold out by a traitor who was said To poses two voices..meaning The traitor served two masters Surrounded by the king African rifles John stone asked for a cigarette After which he scampered into the bush Accompanied by a hail of bullets The following days schools were burning Independent African schools were burning And a state of emergency was declared And the slopes erupted in war and terror The battle was to redeem the land And many paid a heavy price.. blood The old man sighs.. those were sad times Those were sad times he ends the narrative code 254 (A heroes remmembrant)