Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela Poem by James McLain

Where I could not except for the list you were on.
Dark days behind, we could not justly speak of,
and in common our time in prison, insightfull of other's.
Reliving each day their ghosts remain behind life's curtain.
Bone collectors mine they would have if some could.
Be aware and guard me well or else, lay me down unknown.
In a vault where I could sleep to the ages on and on.
You calculated the risk few would take, that you did.
Debts to the few, death collects from the all, all ends well.
Do we not for the other's whom can't, one mother spells.
Unwilling life no other could bear and our bars.
Going home,
paved the road where before it was dirt, drove progress on.
Never many loves of the fleash in a flash they were gone.
Mighty oceans,
look at the leaves of the tree, are as was then, now are gone.