Yesterday Nelson Mandela took his place at the table. He now sits alongside Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Mahatma Gandhi, Malcolm X, and God. A place at the table that was earned by his love and willingness to forgive those who oppressed him.
A place at table that was waiting for him after never losing his faith in the belief that all people are apparently good even after been unlawfully imprisoned for so many years. A place at the table with others just like himself each whom sacrificed their lives in their own way for the betterment of others. So sit Mr. Mandela and feast for you have earned your place at the table.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great write, thanks. I like it.