The 'free' sung about in this video (by Rudimental featuring Emeli Sande) is complete in its openness - its the freedom we yearn for but so seldom exercise.
We have been liberated, so don't live like you're still oppressed... it all starts in the mind.
A poem by Steven Benjamin
From humble hills
A heart starts to beat
From humble teachings
Breaking a branch
“Troublemaker” is born
A mind grows
No boundaries found, but what he sees.
of blood and bone, and of the earth.
A tormented land, thirsty
Quenched, only with the blood of its own people.
Within the division, He grows
He is armed
The land knows his name
Shackles now, and resolve
In the dungeons kept
Land and frigid sea, between
His blood, from youth, and love
Reformed in the cold of night and blinding heat of day
Behind high walls and in rocky quarries
A brotherhood is sealed.
And through the wire and the stone, his voice grows
His spirit remains.
But the body withers
His name is known
Bullets fly, bodies fall
A nation walks to the edge
The bloodied hand of the Abyss beckons
The gates open with the chant of the people
for the cage must be unlocked
The man steps forth
The world takes a breath.
One last brother falls
The Abyss steps closer...
But, the boundaries seen are broken,
My heart beats as yours
To kill you, is to kill me
His heart beats
For his people, and rampant land.
He broke a branch once
Perhaps from an Olive tree
And extended his hand gracefully,
To his fearful enemy
- Years pass
That fearful day nears
When the land will reclaim a man
The people will cry tears to soak the once bloodied ground
And the heavens will cry too
An old man’s heart stops beating...
And the world stops,
for a moment.
He is sent back
His body taken,
Back into those humble hills
- This is the story of a boy, a man, a husband, a father, a Chief, a lawyer, a leader, a soldier, a freedom fighter, a prisoner, a peacemaker, a reconciler, a liberator, a president, a humanitarian, a King, a legend, a hero, an icon… the father of a democratic nation, the son of an African land... the closest incarnation of that ancient African myth, where all hope, is in but one, an incorruptible one.
Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela 1918 - 2013
[God Bless all, 2013 is marks the first full year of publication of this blog, here's to a waaay bigger 2014. I'll be a little preoccupied in this end of year festivities and travels. Be safe, be blessed, hug your family and friends, and keep on reading and writing. thanks to all my first time visitors as well as dedicated loyalists, Cheers - I take my proverbial hat off to you!]
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