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)
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