Farewell, Tata Madiba

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

-Invictus by William Ernest Henley



  1. So beautiful! What a wonderful poem too! Great tribute, you guys!

  2. Antonio David at June 26, 2020, 22:50

    Well Mandela kills some innocent people,including black, he’s not a saint as the mainstream media portrays,the history is more complicated but yes partially thanks to him the apartheid was over and you have the freedom to publish this in a website and not be censored for have a multiethnic cast

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