Where I could not except for the list you were on. <br />Dark days behind, we could not justly speak of, <br />and in common our time in prison, insightfull of other's. <br />Reliving each day their ghosts remain behind life's curtain. <br />Bone collectors mine they would have if some could. <br />Be aware and guard me well or else, lay me down unknown. <br />In a vault where I could sleep to the ages on and on. <br />You calculated the risk few would take, that you did. <br />Debts to the few, death collects from the all, all ends well. <br />Do we not for the other's whom can't, one mother spells. <br />Unwilling life no other could bear and our bars. <br />Going home, <br />paved the road where before it was dirt, drove progress on. <br />Never many loves of the fleash in a flash they were gone. <br />Mighty oceans, <br />look at the leaves of the tree, are as was then, now are gone.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nelson-rolihlahla-mandela/
