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Mandela’s dead! Hold all the news!
We’ll pay the saint his earthly dues.
No need to mention early sins.
Forget the losses, count the wins
And paint the Rainbow Nation bright.
No mention of the white man’s plight
Or for that matter of the blacks
As multitudes slip through the cracks
And followers revert to type;
Unleash a flood of praise and hype.
Tell of a modest honest man
Whose contemplation in the can
Turned him from terrorist to god,
Then cover all with soil and sod.