You were the rebel, the prisoner, the fighter for a people without rights,
a people who fought valiantly and with hopes and visions of equality.
Such a pity, the greater population of the world lived in ignorance
and denial of the existence of the endless fight and plight of a people.
War in the streets, the blood and bodies of men, women and children
was common sight witnessed and price paid to gain basic rights of human.
After over a quarter of a century and pressures building to gain your freedom;
unconditionally, you arose like the phoenix and emerged to greet sunlight.
A continuing mission of freedom and liberation of a people oppressed,
remained upper most in the heart and mind of one who would not rest.
You emerged from the darkness, seeing the walls of apartheid standing,
standing strong against your beliefs and be architect of it's destruction.
Who could foresee that the island with bars housing a man with resolve
would foster a journey of a prisoner to wise and great leader of a people?