The bell rings, signaling him (Nelson Mandela) to go home. His life is somehow filled with sorrow. His black skin color gave his life meaning, a life devoted to the struggles of racial conflict.
*The passage of time turns gains into losses, leaving him with only a pair of weary eyes to await the future.
**Today there's only a broken shell of a body to welcome his glorious years as he embraces freedom in the wind and rain. He lived a life full of uncertain struggles, believing he could change the future. Would you be able to do the same?
Can we not distinguish between the boundaries of skin color? In this world I wish people wouldn't be divided by our differences. A diversity of colors (multicultural world) sparkles with beauty because it makes no distinction of each color.