Madiba, try to rest in peace

A poem dedicated to Nelson Mandela,
based on articles in the New York Times and The Economist,
see links below.


Mandela was a white dove,
among vicious crows.
Both whites and blacks.

The African Ubuntu principle,
he who gives to others,
will receive from yet others,
when he is in need.

He tried to give his country to the blacks,
but received the presidency from the whites.
On a condition.

He served a purpose.
A symbol,
for his country,
and the world.

An angry son of a tribal chief,
who thought he could keep law and order,
among all his people,
black and white,
rich and poor.

Poverty and greed,
corruption at all levels.

Not to speak of rampant violence,
and too many killings.

It is living on the edge,
a never ending nightmare.

He must be disappointed,
but what can he do.

His successors,
did not follow up.

No democracy,
no justice.

So easy,
after all his hard work.
But they cannot understand.

So he just gave up,
and smiled to the world.

Like a beautiful yellow flower,
Strelitzia reginae 'Mandela's gold'.

Visiting places,
where there seems to be peace.

Bad to good,
Good to great,
It does work.

Joy in his eyes,
there is hope.

But his rainbow nation,
is a dream,
not a reality.

try to rest in peace.



New York Times: In Nation Remade by Mandela, Social Equality Remains Elusive

New York Times: Mandela's Unfinished Revolution

The Economist: Nelson Mandela, the man who freed South Africa from apartheid, died on December 5th, aged 95

The Economist: Invictus: The greatness of Nelson Mandela challenges everybody—but especially his heirs


Nelson Madela at the botanical gardens of Cape Town

Table Mountain.

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