Free at last, it was your time to heal your people.
To the oppressors, bigots and killers, you showed
Unmatched kindness. Truth and reconciliation-
Tell us the truth, they were told, and you will be set free.
Yet, the machines of profit, the weapons of stealth
Are mighty, their web tangled and vicious. I know not
Alas, what happened to the valiant Winnie.
You were a beacon for mankind. Yet the road remains
Forked, and predators linger still in the dark.
Hugo- whence did your courage arise?
You picked up the baton from Nelson,
From Fidel, from Biko, from Salvador.
Who would ever forget your handing
The Leader of the Free World
That copy of Open Veins of Latin America?