An Ideal For Which I’m Prepared To Die , Nelson Mandela, 1918 – 2013
As South Africa and the world mourn the passing of one of the most prolific icons in history, we share the famous speech former president, a statement from the dock at the opening of his trial on charges of sabotage made at the Supreme court of South Africa, Pretoria on April 20 1964.
Humanity has lost a giant, may we continue to uphold and refine his legacy.
Posted on December 6, 2013 |
Tagged activist, apartheid, death, freedom fighter, icon, legend, liberation, madiba, nelson mandela, Nelson Rolihlala Mandela, President, South Africa, struggle |
when sands run out, our dwelling place, our fate;
numb den of darkness, of hollow hearts and gangrene love;
rigormortus exodus from life into hades;
each of our names engraved on tables of rubies and amethyst, crowned in the dining hall of Valhalla;
Illuminated black at Reaper’s helm, purgatory echoes the final wails;
the final fall.
In vino veritas, this veritas fleeting as;
Spring’s first snow once the sun kisses earth;
Goblet once filled with transcendence and rebirth;
Lips which uttered words of allure when time was young;
Same lips of infidels touch the brassy countenance and murmur death to her, death to her heart.
Her spirit touched the guillotine with his first words. Vexed, incoherent, perplexed. This fate she accepted soul wide open.
Journey to conquered strongholds where summits never meet;
The chalice now empty, it’s power obsolete.
(Illustration: Sophonisba receiving the poisoned chalice – Vouet Simon)