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A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom
Even after 69 years of life experience,
There is one issue that I cannot help you with,
As my opinion on it is so muddled and indecisive.
And I will have to leave it up to you,
To find a thread of thought that you can live with and defend,
Hopefully more robustly than the one I cannot quite grasp.
When I consider Nelson Mandela and his Ideas on Truth and Reconciliation,
I favor his approach over that of having no room for forgiveness,
When it comes to the things people do to each other in times of war.
Yet I wonder if it was the man not the idea that made people put aside,
Their thirst for revenge and the need for killing when peace is in ascendency over war.
Then I think of Hitler and my heart starts to harden and mercy,
Seems out of my reach.
Now we have the war in Ukraine and the call for war crime trials,
And my thoughts are betwixt and between,
With the only thing I am sure of is that the Russian invasion,
Was never a viable option,
For anyone who understood that for every action there are consequences,
That should be considered,
And it is the price of world order for Russia to be stopped.
But as for whether calls to hold individuals to account,
As a prerequisite for peace,
I am almost but not quite sure if it is a mistake.
And finally do I think we should look to truth and reconciliation
As something to consider when the War in Ukraine is is over,
Of course I do
Yet do I think there are individuals who need to be made examples of - Probably.
Would I like to decide which ones - no!
As I have no way of knowing if doing so could be sowing the seeds
Of another war.
So, to conclude, I think we must never stop hoping that,
The next time a war ends,
We choose a path that lessons the chance of a repeat performance.
My heart skips a beat I lose my breath
When I think of his life of sacrifice
And his crusade for human rights
Leading the revolution against apartheid
With rare tenacity and might
A lawyer by trade a pacifist by nature
Standing for truth and reconciliation
Just him and his ideals for god-given rights
Standing and never wavering
Giving voice to the speechless and the persecuted
Refusing to be silent in the face of injustice
Determined to annihilate tyranny and racist oppression
An icon of democracy and social justice
Never to be forgotten
A statue erected where Mandela
Was released from 27 years in prison
A simple man bigger than life itself
With dreams of emancipation
One philanthropist who would change
The world no matter what the cost
Read on air by invitation ~ April 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on January 25, 2020 for contest ODE TO A PRESIDENT OR POLITICIAN OR LEADER PAST OR PRESENT sponsored by SHERI FRESONKE HARPER - RANKED 5TH
They reside on the other side.
They bathe in fertility.
They own yard-keepers and servants;
Dogs, cats and charming plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us,
Swallow the transparent dust,
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers
Like our siblings living under the tiny tents.
They reside on the other side of town,
Over the mountains.
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side.
They ignore that we are the same
And that we experience daily the same dilemmas.
One day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present deep in the river, under the karmic bridge.
P.S. This poem was originally written during my college years. Nelson Mandela was still illegally and wrongfully jailed, spending (wasting) 27 years of his heroic and precious life unjustly incarcerated. Mr. Nelson Mandela and my African brothers and sisters are the sources of my inspiration.
Copyright © circa May 1984 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Never,never and never again.
Rolihlahla madina.
Your humanity was honestly.
Your love wasn't mock.
You didn't rain as a fake rain.
You were reap rain.
You were three which bear fruit.
Never, never and never again.
You started a trip which you didn't know a destination.
Even though other reverse,
You didn't let yourself not complete.
Ache to you. was a daily food.
Your tounge never knew sweet.
Your eye's never saw world flowers.
Never, never and never again.
You entered in the cultivation and collected all seeds,
Which were disperse .
And you plant it's at fat soil.
Time of harvest you didn't favour.
You divided all colours.
Your life was a lesson at world.
Poem by ndidzulafhi patric
5 a.m. Souls ascend
from earth’s vale
of fears. Others wait
don’t give up yet.
Nothing I can do about that.
Not is my name known
but am I a good man.
That goes for John, too
a man of faith
who wants what God wants.
What about hate
in the streets. What do white
people want?
I see no need
to pull down statues of General Lee
instead put him side by side
and head to head
with Martin Luther King,
Nelson Mandela and Mahatma Gandhi.
Also kids who cops shot dead.
Meanwhile on the macro
economic and political scale
leviathans (peoples, nations)
drift toward perpetual
armageddon or peaceful solutions.
We don’t know which
and John will be gone
before it matters
except to his children
and, of course, ours.
What I have done
to change man’s trajectory,
for better or worse, remains
anonymous. Every action
meets an equal and impassable mountain.
Passion
is its own predicament.
Cast a cold eye and guess.
The clouds go, nevertheless,
in their direction.
Why Africa
Africa! Africa! Africa!
Once the bosom of unity,
The mother of humanity,
A cradle of human dignity,
A people rooted in integrity.
The world’s mirror of charity,
The true home of hospitality,
Once revered as pillars of morality.
What plague has fallen upon Africa?
Africans killing Africans,
Brothers slaying brothers,
Patriots betraying compatriots.
Mothers and children now seek refuge under bridges,
The old and the weak abandoned to their fates.
Where have we kept our forefathers’ legacies?
They taught us love and oneness,
Trained us to stand for uprightness,
Showed us the meaning of compassion.
Nelson Mandela fought for love, peace, unity, and justice—
He dreamed of African unity, not Afrophobia.
Kwame Nkrumah stood for African freedom;
He never preached African terrorism.
Africans, Africans… where are you?
Rise and lay down your arms.
Drop every weapon of destruction against Africa.
Embrace one another with love.
Unite and end racism and discrimination.
Rise above selfishness; reject xenophobia.
Africans, we are one—
One people, one continent, indivisible.
Together, we can end all xenophobic attacks.
TANGWA LIVINUS ACHA
UNIVERSITY OF YAOUNDE II, SOA
20th April 2015
Colour of States Truth? By Abdul Haye Amin.
“As always nation act as blinds and deaf to spoil my days,
until where struggle in life and endless prosecutions and tears by,
all color of nationalities not to drive the States.
As I ever dreamed faked in this world of love,
day before Yesterday Those who regarded my enemy,
and neglected once for day of freedom of truth.
For not myself nor for this world but for,
my own cast and for my peoples,
the price of my pain ashes in my vain,
without surprise in Judgment in the Kingdom.
where impossible in nature colour of my vision of dream
as 'Nelson Mandela' at last revealed as,
'Bongo Bandhu' of Bangladesh in volume not in weight?
I therefore, nothing to be proud of myself today for,
my dear Lord on earth?”
By Bilingual's Author Abdul Haye Amin.
Each time I raise my gaze to the night sky,
A million stars stare back, shedding happy tears of light.
And I cannot but stare back in delight,
Wondering which one of them holds your great soul.
Tell me, Old Nelson, do they--these stars--still shine upon
you?
Heaven should grant that they do,
For like them your example still shines upon us, pointing
to us the true north of life--
And, oh yes, this one great lesson: that life's struggles will
endure our stumbles but never our mumbles.
Yes! Our hopes may fall and our fortunes dip, but on their
feet our voices must keep.
Twenty-seven years did rough chains bind your feet,
And twenty-seven years did they girdle your breast,
But not once--never--did they bind your voice.
"Only free men can negotiate," you scoffed at your jailers,
scorning to barter your ideals for your freedom;
And to that crooked Boer court: "A free South Africa is the
great ideal for which I live, and if need be it is the one ideal
for which I will die."
Then to a bleeding, seething nation: "Let's break with the past."
From the flesh of these words a new nation was carved for
white, brown, and black alike.
Twinkle for twinkle it matches the skies,
And in its bosom you now rest forever: quiet, contented,
victorious!
In the depths of Van Gogh's starry night,
A passion burned, and a soul took flight.
Colours swirled in a cosmic dance,
His paintbrush, his fervent romance.
Michelangelo with marble white,
Carved life from stone, a glorious sight.
David emerged with strength untold,
A testament to a passion that's bold.
Picasso, with his fractured art,
Broke the mould, tore worlds apart.
Cubist dreams and surreal schemes,
Passion flowed in endless streams.
Mother Teresa, a heart so pure,
In slums of suffering, she'd endure.
Her love, a beacon, in the darkest night,
Passion for compassion, burning bright.
Marie Curie, the atoms' quest,
In the lab, she'd never rest.
Radiance and discoveries unfurled,
Her passion ignited the scientific world.
Tagore, with verses that touched the soul,
His words like music, make spirits whole.
"Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,"
His passion for freedom reached the sky.
Nelson Mandela, in prison's cold,
A passion for justice, fearless and bold.
Forgiveness, unity, his enduring plea,
He set a nation and its people free.
Robert Frost, with words so deep,
In snowy woods, his promises keep.
The road less traveled, his chosen way,
A passion for verses, night and day.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's love,
Her sonnets soared to skies above.
Passion's fire in every line,
A love for all time, a love divine.
Dalai Lama, with wisdom profound,
In a world of chaos, a tranquil sound.
Compassion and love, his guiding star,
A passion for peace, from near to far.
Michelle Obama, a voice of grace,
Championed hope in every place.
Education, equality, her guiding star,
A passion for change, from near to far.
In these souls, their passions drove,
They sought, they struggled, they dared to prove.
Their legacies, like stars in the night,
Illuminate the world with passionate light.
So, let us, too, in our way,
Let passion guide us, come what may.
For in our hearts, a fire resides,
With passion as our compass, our love abides.