Legacy

At dawn,
In the summer advent season
The news came
The wind changed, quietly
Perhaps you are this wind spirit
Sweeping through a land
Where not one person is left unchanged
We walk, carrying babies, hats, umbrellas in the rain
From the northern suburbs to the townships
The land has become a living breathing animal of honor
Of reverence
Do you see the millions of people?
putting away their egos
You did not fight in vain
The streets with a shining transparency, illuminated at last
There was a dream
Perhaps now, where your shadow dances
A string of lights draws connections in the dark
The dice of justice will be recast
Watched over by the legacy of your name.