The Hidden Tale From the Statue

I walked pass the glorious work of Prinsloo and Vuuren that great and tall statue of Rolihlahla Mandela Embodying conciliation with a smile Embracing unity with open arms I turned around to satisfy myself in honoring the mighty hero Closely I looked, carefully I observed, narrowly I meditated Woe the horror I perceived, the truth I realized, the loneliness I sensed the agony of confusion I perceived with eagles vision penetrating beyond the smile I heard with ears of wisdom the still whispering voice in the dark mumbling “After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb” Turning around with a troubled heart at the lesson I heard with ears of wisdom I heard a voice from distant lands with great power crossing the colonial borders It sounded like the voice of that great hero of Mozambique saying “Aluta Continua”