This is a Message to You, Father,
Father of my Nation
Whence we were all filled with joy and ululation
Whence we were all united, sole, where Segregation,
was not
The times where we thought that
we'll never part
When we thought we could, together, build up a mount so fine
but now I ask why, why,
oh father, do we have to suffer,
Why do we have to fight this losing war
The sores and wounds deep
but yet they bore and
bore and
bore and
bore
trying to reach the core
Trying to gain that control and power, but yet Father!
Madiba!
Tata!
Khulu!
Dalibhunga! You,
Wena uyiGorha
a mighty man
a man of strength
A man so immense in courage
Forgiving, never seeking revenge
Less than a God but yet so Great
A Mate, an Icon, A Giant, A Comrade
A Leader of the African National Congress,
A Founder of UmKhonto Wesizwe
A President, A Politician, A Xhosa
A Friend, A Father,
One who imbued his best
Individual hence his quest was achieved by you
And you
And you.
Time has Passed, the Message Left,
We Thank You and
Plead you Rest.
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