Veronica Murdoch Eaton
Mandela's Time! ! !
Mandela! Madiba! They cry out and shout your name,
the nation's people fear, their lives shan't ever be the same.
You were so loved by many and loathed by many too,
you did your crime, Mandela and also paid what was due.
Now Tata, it becomes our choice, of which of your paths we should tread,
the criminal one, or the one that I choose, of blessed peace instead.
For me personally, your life on this earth, I grew with lots to gain,
To be humble, compassionate and forgive, no matter what the pain.
Dear Lord, please let our country, fall back into a place of peace,
grant us love and harmony, leaving the ugly violence to cease.
Let us turn to the poem of Invictus, and remember to make it our goal,
we are the master of our fate, we are the captain of our soul.
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So very sad! ! ! !
(Veronica Murdoch Eaton - 13 December 2013)
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