Poetic Tribute to a Leader

The one who truly was

roaring.

Like thunder, lighting in the darkness

Mabara.

Your body has vanished into the earth,

shrouded.

The light of struggle and the glory of those who

have seen. O you whose life

was devoted to glory.

Between eternity and immortality,

a light. You spent

your life in chains,

struggling. But

your spirit has remained free.

These hands of yours, in the earth, have

blossomed. A planting

that resists and does not bargain

has borne fruit.

Your Lord revived you for leadership,

as a leader. He revives hearts

when the weight of conflict weighs upon them.

O maker of the flood, your step

is tempestuous.

You walk, and the earth fears

it may shatter. O you who

walked paths of fire

that you kindled, shrouded

in glory as it blazed.

Your staff awakened the masses

into a nation.

It slept, and for its awakening

you were a burning ember.

Rest on high, O knight

of the century, who made shed

blood a fruitful promise.

History will remember

that if you bled, then

your thought would remain in the world,

reflecting.