Hi my fellow Writers

Pls let's drop collection of our poems here in tribute to our legendary Nelson Mandela..

I can see many nice poems around the section and a viewer suggest this and I also think its a nice Idea. Mod can help us with the Topic

Let's get it started...

Good morning Nelson, our
imprisoned hope
Yesterday, in a darkened cell I
thrived
Firmly manacled by apartheid
sorrowful rope
And torture upon torture I was
served.
When shall our freedom come?
Your sufferings I have tasted a
bit
And felt the chains of sorrow
on your hands.
When dreaded darkness in my
cell hit
In fear and weariness I could
not stand
When shall our freedom come?
I was mocked by cockroaches
and numberless ants
That paraded on my body as
they pleased.
In my ears they made their
painful rants
And silent tears assembled in
my eyes
Is freedom coming tomorrow,
oh Nelson?
For I see beneath your sad
wrinkles
A smile reserved for tomorrow
When freedom's olive oil shall
be sprinkled
Among us all to happily wallow,
When freedom comes
tomorrow.
During apartheid regime in South Africa, it was common
among South Africa high school students to stand
before Nelson Mandela's portrait and lament their
ordeal. They asked the portrait some touching
questions like: Is our freedom coming tomorrow? Shall
we ever be free? Now that he is dead,I stood before the
same old portrait, filled with sad memory of those
days; I composed this verse.
Dedicated to those Soweto high school students who
were shot by white policemen on June 16, 1976, in a
protest against Afrikaan as major language of
instruction in schools.The likes of Hector Pieterson
and co. May they welcome Nelson, our hero as he joins
them in heaven.
Written by: Joseph Osita

THE LEGENDARY MADIBA
A fruit that sprout out in 1918,
Grew up in the pool of the pathetic aparthied system.
He was a man,A man was he,
He suffered for others to enjoy the fruits of freedom.
Freedom was his desire,
Egalitarianism He struggled for.
A legend he was,A legend he is,
A legend he will continue to be,
Its painful there is no replacement of you,
A man who will forever remain in our hearts.
Heaven's sent,man of honour and valour
The madiba of our lifetime.
Icon of anti-aparthied movement,
Icon of peace and justice.
O ye death! be not proud over him,
Death could have taken you away but you forever
remain in our hearts.
FOR NELSON MANDELA (18th July 1918 to Dec 5th
2013)
By BADIRU KEHINDE

The streams fled backward
The hills became valleys
The cloud birthed sunrays.
The sun rained and rained
The lions crowed and crowed
I smiled to cry.
The sky opened its door
A golden feet saw I at a glance
Audaciously he trod
with a rod in his hand
Freedom pasted on his forehead
Equality wore him as cloth
Courage he had on as his sandals.
A fist held he up
Victory signified
Madiba dignified.
The eagle is gone to rest
He has given humanity his best.
In honour of my father- Nelson Mandela.
~Kolade Olanrewaju Freedom

He's Gone
But in our hearts he lives on
Africa has lost a son
He's gone but never in our hearts
The Heart of Africa has stopped
He's Gone but never in our hearts
The eyes of Africa has gone Blind
His spirit shall go with the Wind
Spreading across the Continent
He's Gone but never in our hearts
Goodbye Mandiba
Rest in Peace Mandela
Africa is with you

By: Kayode

Nice. You should have done it as a quote from the different contributors.

I hope i can shake myself up to cook one out.

Weldone.

princesa: Nice. You should have done it as a quote from the different contributors.

I hope i can shake myself up to cook one out.

Weldone.

you can try my dear.. its in you; you just have to calm down and bring it out....