Nelson Mandela Free To Walk Poem by Gregory Chetty

From the path of dark to the path of light
Walks a man of stature, with posture upright
The sound of his steps are loud but slow
as he walks to the light, his shadow does grow

A benevolent man the light reveals
A humble face with worn out heels
Final free from the bonds and bars
The years in prison, have left many scars

He opens the door to his family’s old home
To find he is there, completely alone
My son, where are you? , he struggles to call
No reply comes back just an echo down the hall

He walks in side. The house smells stale
He trips on a stair, his eyes are beginning to fail
He grips the curtain, as he drops to the floor
Gun shots he hears, as through the front door

Chaos again what do i do?
Is this my home or, has it turned into a zoo?
Guns firing here, people screaming there
We are humans with blood, are they not aware

I will fight till the death, whatever it takes
I will endure whips, spits and even the stake
I’m here to clean all that is broke
I’m here to make a difference and that’s no joke


Straight out of bonds I walk now I’m free
Let me set out to what I wanted to be
Father of a nation strong and united
A brand new land with faith re-ignited,


I’m here to help, I’m here for peace
I this violence and rivalries will cease
I engaged in rallies and many a talk
Come with me fellows, the road of freedom lets walk. (GC)