I wasn't born in Africa
but Africa is inside me.
I wasn't your relative
but I mourn your loss.
I haven't ebony's colour
but the black of ebony
is into my veins and on my skin.
Ebony Nelson Mandela
you passed across
and you left mama Africa
-a Cinderella of Earth-
to be poor without you
but a proud daughter
for her spiritual father tata.
A Man, which we called King
and he felt just a simple man.
A King, which we called Leader
and he felt just a teacher.
A Giant, which we called God
and he felt mere mortal.
A Nelson which called Madiba
and was a Great Man
and a Mentor and an Agonist.
The Titan Nelson Mandela.
Rest in peace teacher
Heaven is for you
You are free now,
and some day or night
-not relevant-
we will meet each other
at the abode of the God.
For the time being
we are on mother Earth
ebony and ivory
side by side
we are walking together
and we are waiting
for cruel politics, pain, poverty and deaths.
Pray for us dear father of people of Africa.
Pray for all the people of Earth.
Pray for a day without war
and without racism
that we will become one colour, one religion
a day full of truth and love.
To ebony man Nelson Mandela
An ivory woman from Greece.
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