what is home to the vagabond soul,
spiralling,
splintering,
skewered,
unwhole,
plodding along
paths of
broken glass,
comforting,
cajoling,
assuring
my tattered soul:
these desolate moments
must
also
pass … … …
President Nelson Mandela's Inauguration 1994
Madiba lives …
🐹✊✌👍
what to re-read, she ponders
nothing tears
a heart apart
than a heart
that feels
nothing
at all …
many years ago
The Wind Carries His Name
Ernesto Guevara
They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.
Even as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.
Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked streams,
the wind carried his name.
They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.
Yet the wind carries his name,
to you and to me,
to them and to us.
They shot him down,
but his name resounds,
as it floats on the breeze.
And,
still they try to shoot him down,
to silence us all,
to stifle an ideal.
But the wind cannot be stilled,
and the wind carries his name:
“Che”.
(For Ernesto Guevara)
Madiba stamp
at Luthuli House, Johannesburg (some years back)
the stuggles continue … …
Scribbled Verse 