The Favoured Son (Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela)

Legends sang of a favoured son, of battles lost and won.
A river flows like tears of pain to come, Qunu, s son shall unite as one.
It was the winter of plenty when Ebony rejoices, through him you have found your voices
Voices of reason, echoes of selfless sacrifice, accused of treason
 
Ebony’s favoured son, your struggle for equality and peace , not yet won.
Eyes focused on you to lead the displaced, lives of the innocent have been erased.
Teargas invaded eyes, rubber bullet thighs, oceans full of Ivory lies
Memories of Casper chases, bloodsoaked faces, as i tied my arsenic shoe laces
 
Banish him they reckon, hopes fade as Robin’s Island beckons
Choking sands passed through his callused hands
Quarry rocks broken,shattered ,reminded him that his life mattered.
Backbreaking, soul forsaking, a favoured son was in the making
A soul unbroken, unmoved by Ivory’s false tokens of early release
 
His eternal light forever revered, presence of stature feared by enemies of democracy
Unseen allies there shall always be,on scattered continents across the sea.
Brothers and sisters we never knew, sons and daughters of the north to name a few
Our universal father you will always be, by sacrifice you made the blind see
 
Three decades has passed, you’re day in the sun is here at last
Shackles unbounded, by love ones surrounded, a nation astounded
Passion unrelenting, your place in history secured, a life of pain you endured
Our favoured son released, our ancestors now at peace.
 
A tortured past of Ivory lies, now replaced with Tchaikovsky and sunset skies.
A smile escapes out of the blue as you fill your belly with Amarhewu
A well-deserved rest, your path, paved with golden steps
He is now more than just a favoured son, but is the father of free nation