Weep No More Madiba
An Elegy for Anti-apartheid icon Nelson Mandela
Oh Madiba! My Warrior! My Rolihlahla!
Madiba a proud warrior of ancestral savannah
Thousands of your children sing your name
Many of your children chant your fame
Your fame that flows like blood in our veins
All veins are broken for the loss of a great son
A son we stood tall, proud and strong
A strong tree has fallen and is now cruising along
Tell me Madiba! Tell me Rolihlahla
Is this your bow that is broken?
This bow that once shot western kings
Now sleeping in the Lord of the rings
You were taken forever from your children
You were taken deep into the woods
Torn and tortured in the dungeon of great pain
Only to be gathered and think off in our brain
Weep no more Madiba! Weep no more great son of Africa
Now, like never before we are standing together as one
Freedom you fought, we’ve had for many a day
God be with your soul great Madiba as we mourn and pray
The Poet Preacher 1 © 2013
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