By Chris Veremu
Wonder not why Kilimanjaro’s cold tears roll
Why majestic Victoria Falls frowns frozen
Nor why royal Nile’s golden heart is broken
Thirsty Sahara hard shrunk to a pebble cold
Ask not how the Congo’s famous rain forest
Buried self in endless furious blaze flame hot
Dried to cinder all round embers that scorch
Marking beginning old prophecy foresworn
At Cape’s world famous meeting point both
Seas weep cold hug tight Table mount with all
Revealed giant brazen rises above frozen froth
Was anywhere on earth such arresting moment
Sum blinding light sun moon and her stars shone
As one dimmed to glow much brighter even more
Lighting path is Mandela last of true saints known
All eyes drink in ascending spectacle of this mortal
Axis of poor globe known earth in firm steel locked
Motionless stock still it too salutes giant passing on
All gaze as Mandela’s halo above earth floats royal
Bathing it ever generously with his shadow all gold
Countless endless majestic tales will be forever told
No doubt lady fate hard to sway deigned this be so
