By Dwayne Morgan
Poet, Speaker, Social Entrepreneur
I struggle to find the words
To tell you thanks;
I don’t know the instruments
One would use to measure a man
Who has sacrificed so much
For his people;
One whose vision
Was never tainted
By the actions of others.
You are the triumph of the Human spirit,
The embodiment of Ghandi, King,
And those who came before you,
Constantly turning the other cheek
As though your life,
Were on a rotisserie,
Preparing you to feed the masses.
What kind of man stands in love,
After experiencing a world of hate?
When your freedom was taken away,
Where did you find the faith
To face each passing day?
When your son and mother passed,
And you were denied the chance
To say goodbye,
Where did you find the strength
To dig plots,
Burying them in your heart?
When those who fought alongside you,
Were murdered to ensure their silence,
What kind of man chooses conversation
Peace over retaliation?
What cloth are you cut from,
Leaving a pattern for the world to follow.
How dare you defy the limitations
That others placed on your brilliance.
How dare you inspire others
The world over?
How dare you survive
Every punishment designed to break you.
Where have you hidden the secrets
That hide behind the smile
That decorates your face?
How do you continue to light up rooms,
When your life has seen so much darkness?
You are more than just the father of a nation,
You have planted a seed in many,
Shown how the most gentle of spirits
Can topple giants of injustice and hate.
You are proof
That long walks to freedom
Don’t happen alone,
Don’t happen overnight,
But are the result
Of carefully planted steps,
And a plan,
Backed by conviction,
And while you may be in the twilight
Of your life,
There are many,
Who because of you,
Will continue to struggle
One slow step at a time.