Fogive me, all men of mandela <br />against the mystery of this vision <br />written beside the tree of river pishon <br />You asked for an elergy note <br />pleading like a dying angel <br />of rounding journey with our tired earth <br />racing first before your final breath <br /> <br />Remembering in prison yard <br />where white termites teaches truth with apatheid <br />our prophet of freedom <br />enduring pains for his beloved kins men <br />and they killed you thousand times <br />but you never die <br />writting the poetry of humiliated hawk <br />against the egret nest of injustice <br /> <br />And i held the drum in circle <br />with your toe pating the heart of dust <br />to and fro like a possesed pujari slave <br />calling foes neck to strain <br />and we all chant: <br />hail to our great dancer! <br />and kudos to the prophet of love <br />O! Dance, dance it the more <br />the rhythm of freedom <br /> <br />Let moonlight catches your spleen <br />and paste it in our forever heart <br />the world is waiting <br />the hopeless ones you fought for <br />tending teenager soul <br />for your youthful grimace <br /> <br />But suddenly, the jigging ground <br />turned to a river of death <br />and the nightfall you cared much for, <br />is no longer giving you darkness <br />milion suns bowing to mourn <br />with different mourners in black garment <br />parading the street un wailing tears <br /> <br />O! the ghost is gone <br />the racing hero; funeral of giant spirit <br />when my drum thus speak in dirge: <br />''REST IN PEACE THERE SOON <br /> LIKE IN THE DAYS OF SILENT JUNE''<br /><br />asaolu kolawole ifedayo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-nelson-is-going-soon/
