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The first part of this poem is written by a well known poet who wrote this during the Apartheid time in South Africa. I wrote the second part because of the what i feel has happened politically such as corruption and stuff like that.

Remember by Don Mattera

Remember to call at my grave
When freedom finally
Walks the land
So that I may rise
To tread familiar paths
To see broken chains
Fallen prejudice
Forgotten injury
Pardoned pains.

And when my eyes have filled their sight
Do not run away from fright
If I crumble to dust again.

It will only be the bliss
Of a long-awaited dream
That bids me rest
When freedom finally walks the land…


My poem ...( I don't actually know if you are allowed to do this, but this just came to me so I wrote it down.):

Remember to call at my grave,
When freedom finally walks the land.
Now freedom is loose
To wander the streets.
The colors merge
In the melting pot of gold
At the end of the rainbow.

But the sight of all the gold
Makes the hearts that once yearned for justice,
Hard.
Hard as the rocks being mined,
To find the glitters, that mean so much to men's eyes.
But without sight, what would that mound of glittering gold mean any longer.
Without a heartbeat, what can they do
With their banks
Stuffed to the brim,
With other peoples money.