Ebony And Ivory Poem by Elena Ioannou

I wasn't born in Africa

but Africa is inside me.

I wasn't your relative

but I mourn your loss.

I haven't ebony's colour

but the black of ebony

is into my veins and on my skin.

Ebony Nelson Mandela

you passed across

and you left mama Africa

-a Cinderella of Earth-

to be poor without you

but a proud daughter

for her spiritual father tata.

A Man, which we called King

and he felt just a simple man.

A King, which we called Leader

and he felt just a teacher.

A Giant, which we called God

and he felt mere mortal.

A Nelson which called Madiba

and was a Great Man

and a Mentor and an Agonist.

The Titan Nelson Mandela.

Rest in peace teacher

Heaven is for you

You are free now,

and some day or night

-not relevant-

we will meet each other

at the abode of the God.

For the time being

we are on mother Earth

ebony and ivory

side by side

we are walking together

and we are waiting

for cruel politics, pain, poverty and deaths.

Pray for us dear father of people of Africa.

Pray for all the people of Earth.

Pray for a day without war

and without racism

that we will become one colour, one religion

a day full of truth and love.

To ebony man Nelson Mandela

An ivory woman from Greece.