Mandela

                                          With ink I mourn

Pain in my heart sojourns

I have a dream,

To give a man eternal life.

I am just another mortal

With tear-filled eyes

My dreams remain a mirage

Sadly I stare at the stones.

As a child I knew him,

I doubt if he will ever know me,

As a man I envied him

 I know he will never envy me.

To fight and win,

A dream we all nurture,

 To rest a ’ graceful sleep’.

I write in tears.

I see a deity going to rest

 The thought alone makes me weep

I see Mandela in a coffin.

©  Fonka mutta beau-bernard