We have our Es'kia
World travelled
In our troubled days
Wielding his mighty pen
He pierced the demon of apartheid
Gave us freedom
Not with the gun
Or rhetoric
His pen did it better
No blood shed
No tears shed
No hatred fed
His monuments
Libraries
Schools
Books
He lives on
As long hearts
And brains
Still breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great icons are to be remembered... Poetry is a good way of doing it and you did it well. Good work