Nelson Mandela- The Eulogy

God bless Africa, I am a son of these sands. Sacred and old.  
Sands which elegantly drape the sahara in robes of gold
Passive and calm though  
Radiating from the sweltering eye of Apollo
 
These are the sands which ground my roots
Feeding my family tree from the foot
Indeed My forefathers were her seeds too
Often ploughing through the farms just to earn a plate of food
 
Therein lies the irony of a paradox
Mama Africa! Within her bosom lies sufficient nourishment for her offspring
But instead my labour is reimbursed by way of a meal as a reward
Mama Africa is this land not our inheritance since the day we were born?  
Why should we then work for what freely spawns
From your palms in the form of fruit trees and wild fields of crop?
 
Lost adrift in reflection
Entertaining the company of these sombre questions
Wearing the shoes of the million men who marched for answers
Reliving the struggle as I Reflect for a second...
 
In loving memory of Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
An icon. A leader of nations and a God above men.  
The template for greatness but also the sacrificial lamb.  
Our lips wax lyrical as we still struggle to conceive the depth of your heroic actions  
 
Father forgive me I'm not a blasphemer  
But with my own eyes I've been blessed to have witnessed
Africa's prodigal son, the anointed Black Jesus
Who was Persecuted for his plight of liberation and freedom
Chain and ball he was cast in prison
For his rhetoric was perceived as an act of Treason
 
But yet and still Tata Madiba, you turned the other cheek
Opening your arms to embrace the people
Both believers and heathen as one nation which is free.
Free of all manner of oppression, a nation which is at peace.  
Not just with itself but with the world- as you said at your inauguration speech
 
Long live the idle there will never be a rival in magnitude or legacy
He may have passed on from flesh to spirit
But best believe it,
Tata Madiba, You're still forever breathing
Cause your message is never leaving
 
As South Africa lays your soul to rest
We shed tears for the father this land upon which we now stand
Not as slaves or masters but united as ever
arm in arm, song and dance, as one brethren
 
To mourn the death of a King
To pay homage and salute the cause you served while you still lived
 
When you reach the gates of heaven
I pray The latter day saints- Mahatma Gandhi Martin Luther King Jr and Malcolm X,
will receive you in good stead with open arms and a feast prepared
For Black Jesus has finally been resurrected to be with his father...In Heaven.
 
In Loving Memory of Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela you will forever be remembered and treasured.