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LIBERTY! Thy Name Is Mandela There once was a frail man A lonely and stubborn one Trapped in the stoned walls Driven to face many vicious falls. But, he was a different man With a clear vision, he ran To free the deprived souls Held under glow of burning coals. Time dragged, but not the spirit Wrinkle grew, but in discreet Sparkling glimpse indicating wisdom Along with the hope of freedom. The inflicted scars reveal suffering Hidden under the worn out smiling The price paid in the name of liberty A monumental gift to the worn out society. Let the world salute humbly The man and mission simply The embodiment of hopes and dignity The voice of conscience of the humanity. ~Jayant~
This poem was composed when Mr. Nelson Mandela was released from jail and became the first black president of South Africa.
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