It's a funny life, I expect you know,
First you're up,
and then you're down.
And in the next
life you could come back,
As white, or
black, or brown.
But no
matter what the colour,
Religion, race
or creed,
We all flinch from torture and
If we're cut we
bleed!
So it made me
rather bitter,
And all churned
up inside,
To contemplate
the tragedy,
Of South African
Apartheid.
That it's gone,
is down to Mandela,
A truly
wonderful man,
Who despite a
life in prison,
Is still doing
all he can.
It
was he who, by example,
Throughout
isolation, led the fight,
And
his nation back to sanity
With
equal rights for black and white
He's a top man
now, in South Africa,
With a heck of a
job to do.
Solving problems
and healing wounds,
And I know he'll
do it too!
He needs the
strength and strong support,
And there are
those who hope he'll fail.
For there is
still a very vicious swipe,
In the lively
Fascist tail!
It's a race
against time, they tell me,
Against deep
iniquity.
But, if anyone
can do it.
He will, with
dignity.
By
Iso Lation.
This
poem is dedicated to my daughter Gillian.
Author:
Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD]. All
rights reserved. Revised:
October 31, 2007 .
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