Robben Island

“Who knew that through liberation would come greater chains of oppression.”

Dark cell, no light, no life no sound except the silence

Cries of lies and the plea that dies call you like sirens

Are you, are you, are you you? Like David in a cave let

the white guard keep his Saul and cloak- freedom will come.

Robben Island, see the sea, like this bird he was small

yet his voice you can still hear its call and thrall through the ages

Just a man, Mandela, his prison was his freedom,

a jail without doors, walls and keys- is called the mind,

Generations were freed with an open mind.

When he became king, I was born in the winter of ’94

birthed on the conception of freedom, heiress to a legacy from before

Now I stand small years later, in the place where a

man could only dream and aspire for the open air

Touching walls, scratched, tallied, grimed and lined

It flows through me, heartbeats and a slow drip drip beat of the

running of distant waters, echoed by the clashing seas

I’m back in time; “what do you aspire to be?”

Revolutionary like a hero of mine.

but who knew that through liberation would come greater chains of oppression

when more and more each day forget that freedom exists for all.

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