Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


A Diamond Called Madiba


Like a diamond that glows
In the mines of the human heart
From the pitch black darkness
Emerged a lonesome incandescence
Rich in warmth and relentless in glow

As beyond this dominion of oppression
Beyond the shade of barcoded color
Remains the virtue of a selfless love
Taming degenerate hearts
Vessels polarized by the tone of skin
To sculpt crossroads to the crucible of mankind
Towards a vestibule of freedom
Prelude to the temple of choice
To liberate man from his degree of pigmentation
- The legacy of melanin

The inimitable diamond glowed effortlessly
Each facet a star in a pitch black skyline
Until light saturated all darkness
A man who chiseled the enigma of light
On a billion fibrous vaults
To obliterate the in-bred enmity
Of feeble hearts
Gazing through shaded lenses
Burning not with flames of charity or chastity
But blazing in infernos of acrimony

Hail oh humble soldier
Crusader of humanity
For you will perpetuate beyond the trappings of time
Your song will galvanize
Paupers and princes alike
Your lumiscence will linger on like a lighthouse
Even amidst the wrath of malicious waves
As humanity reposes his soul
Under the canopy of your magnanimous love

Diamonds are forever
So will your legacy be Madiba

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
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A poem on Nelson Mandela

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