The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; A rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
With promise of job,
he lured her into a cane field.
His gentleness a veil of sanity.
Lurking in his mind,
Millions queued in lines before Arbiter Of Disputes.
Hopes were high,
Duty and resolve holding firm.
Hearts dance with spirit of Emancipation,
Poetic Masterpiece: A Childbirth Of Profundity.
Like delivery of Divine Revelations
which favours calmness of wilderness;
It's brought forth in Creative-Glory-Of-Solitude:
Self lost in obsessive agony,
Your primal curiosity - a burning ferocity,
The raging fire consumes your dignity,
And shame put to slumber.
January 1912, Mzansi brought forth a child
In a harsh political climate
Destined to free her people
Bound to cruel Fate
In their faces a colourless gaping of life's adversity:
the hopeless grief of their existence;
Malnourished, starving, filth, and olfactory horrors;
Their humiliating nothingness clothed in rags;
Since the dawn of humanity, the annals
of Religion are littered with awful tales.
Sacred scriptures have blessed lives —
and maimed them.
Kind face contorted by torture of severe lashing;
Body a mass of torn bleeding tissue.
Cruelty stretched beyond limits of endurance -
Scourging halted on the brink of death.