Another voice was buried today
in the breeze,

scattered across the oceans,

trampled under the walls of time.

Another hope lost across
another song
trapped on on a record player
singing along for freedom
before a boy turned into a man
in a different decade.

Another voice clutching to a piece
of paper,

lost across the years
whispering hope.

Another child bleach blonde
who thought nothing would change
barrelling it at college
across libraries
and classrooms
like altars.

How wrong I was.

(NB. when Nelson Mandela was released after so many years imprisonment, I thought we would never hear from him ever again. How wrong I was. R.I.P.)