Your 'long walk to freedom'
has ended.
'Scourge of small cords'
laid to rest.
After you
will not come
more balanced ones.
It will be more
the time
of
hatred.
I miss you already,
Mandela.
Each day brings greater loss
to man.
Surely, the vultures are coming!
How long before the next
incoming tide
that will bring waves of hope
and not this salt-sea's tears?
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