Hee flee. Mandela
His boots were soaked in mud like a hunter
But without a gun
He had an arrow
Directed to the South
Strongly aiming to demolish what could not allow us to live amongst one another
His green, yellow and black trousers
Had many pockets

In each pocket he clinched Liberty, Equality, Forgivesness, Peace, Love
His shirt was long sleeved
It was passionately sewed
Like the ambitious unreadable feathers of a dove’s wings
He slightly soared
Then I heard him speak
His words faced to the sky
His head accompanied by a halo
His hands waving and waving
To a newly discovered South Africa
He stood on his feet
Leaped to the horizon
Flapped and flapped his wings
He flew away

I watched Mandela flee