Come and walk with me...
Shards of beads lay in rest in dirt
deserted shreds of shirts pepper Acacia branches awkwardly
flapping in the breeze, one's pocket releases the mark of the beast
a part of the deceased's memory, a target for the leach
the creature speaks in despising tones as i scan the crowd for a valiant speech
But the rally is defeated in the deafening quiet amongst the branches of trees
My sole witnesses to this unjust imprisonment
Yet i couldn't let them see me crack under the blows i was stricken with
"Is this nigger him?"
The inquiry was cast on ignorant ears
over the sounds brutal beatings of men and broken women in tears
as onlookers quivered in fear of their whips, driven in tiers
the question remained unanswered as a gaurd scanned my pass
Had i envisioned plans of a dash, the man by the door made that scam fail in a flash
He demanded again "Is this the nigger?" this time an answer met his call
"Mandela, that's the one" said the man by the door, in a western drawl
I was swept up, shackled like an animal by a man staring with a lonely smile
"You deserve what you get, nigger" and we set course to the Rivonia Trial
I sat imprisoned, eyes saw visions of my peers massacred in chilled blood
Coursing through the cold veins of the lions we face, the spills run
Under the magnified South African distilled sun i labored my sentence
a lifetime meant to be spent helpless to the struggle, sinners without repentance
rape and murder, take and purjor the land from the South Africans
Eminent domaintaining a grip on our culture, banishing natives never to go back again
dehumanizing and embarrasing the people, trading nature for your domesticity
forcing those who were here before you to bear marks identifying their ethnicity
and it is these tattered tags of apartheid that swamp the trees
the world community's ear goes deaf to these people's wants and pleads
Their cruelties haunt my dreams for years, i fear never seeing this plight's end
so i fight silently for equal rights to these white men
The trend of segregation is plaguing the land, African culture dissipates
Armed struggles ruin the land, the lambs are unable to unite and liberate
Im living fate, around me the walls of ignorance is heavy handedly being erected
without hope in sight of my incarceration ever being corrected..
I elected not to give in to their false promises by guilty pleading
the filthy leaches inhabiting the land sucked it dry skillfully bleeding
the life source of the region, mother Earth weeping for reperations
Support corps fought hard to fight off the Dutch and sought restoration
of the land of old, a South Africa out of the damaged hold
of oppressive foreigners only seeking to reap benefits of a land of gold
i'm standing cold, yet emboldened by the momentum of opposition
Struggled for 27 years in these steel tears, locked up in this prison
Reminiscing about the cause, praying for deliverance
and in the form of a crumbled government i was given it
Suffered African summers of labor, enslaved in torturish climate
trapped in the confines of living hell living on Robben Island
Till the day i was gifted with a second chance, and then my eyes glistened
my cell seperated and my prayers were answered by divine vision
Spirits lifted i was imprisoned for many days for so called sins of liberation
Now i stand before trees that only reach my knees..
and i see i've finally realized my vindication
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