It’s cold out here–
so I sit in the sun.
Me and my buddy
could use hot rum.
No warm-up job
with knees that won’t run.
I was expecting you
to come looking for fun.
Taking their pictures,
but let me see me. Done?
Have you noticed the one
smiling face on the wall?
He looks like me–
minus my black cap,
sunglasses, stash,
black leather jacket,
minus everything, except
my black face–
He’s a leader I’d follow—bar none.
He had the force to stun
his guards on Robben Island.
“I had a long holiday for 27 years.”
In prison he caught heat,
“What are you, Afrikaan?”
He read their poetry
to understand the troops
and master the master
better his tricks to shun.
And he keeps on smiling
his people’s cause he won.
So why aren’t you, my friend?
again, why aren’t you?
I’m not smiling either.
I promise. It’ll come……