Like Mandela

LIKE MANDELA Like the sun, Mandela rose To shame the darkness Unveiling the close. Like the great tide, He touched high and low Impacting a print Like the stamping blow. Like the roof top, He guided his home In acts and words He kept a tone. Like a poem man, He wrote the woes Of steal of honours So, he fought the go. Like the parrot, Mandela spoke To the high and mighty Without a stroke. Like Iroko, He stood so bold To storm the weather In the hot and cold. Like the fresh air, As good as gold An helper he was A smoother of road. Like billion rosaries, You can't count his goals Paddle and saddle Long still, you'll throll. Like the lion, He deserves a throne Crown him forever With words and owns. Like mandela, Let my little grow To make things better That the world may glow.