Shahid Sarwar


Nelson Mandela


Alas! The anti-apartheid icon
The illustrious son of South Africa
is no more. No more
Is the Icon of Reconciliation
Against human humiliation.
All mourn
The second death of Martin Luther King
Who happened to be a string
Strong around the neck
of his people's persecution.
His work
Is to survive his demise.
It is no surprise
That he lived to transform
The darkness of African evening
Into glorious sunrise.
He sold not in his cell
The gold of his spirits
And the diamond of his passion
For worthless petty gains.
A bulwark of morality
An emblem of bloodless change
For the whole of humanity
No doubt!
A hero who lived up
To his legend.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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