Treasure Island

ASIIMWE SIMON

(5/5/1990 / MBARARA-UGANDA)

Nelson Mandela


He fell in the world like dripping rain
He shone on the land like a moving star
He walked the way that was full of pain
The journey was tough but he walked far
The song he sung in his callusing chains
Is the same that broke our prison bars.

And then like a farmer he sowed his seeds
Upon this soil by the river that flow
And some said the field was full of weeds
Growing quickly and the crops slow
But for he said his field was a string of beads
With diverse colors and beautiful more.

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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Wow, this poem comes of the deepest part of my heart, and i request that whoever reads this, please comment.

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