A commentary on the life of a freedom fighter, incarcerated for years, and his return to his loved ones and family. This is meant to pollinate such a life for those unfamiliar with such person, as a means to inform and educate listeners.
Lyrics
“No Holiday for Madiba”
By: Rick Landers © Landers 2019
Sitting here in solitaire
Flipping through a magazine
As if you might care
Open to a beauty queen
She’s got bright red hair
Dark brown eyes, just like me
What can this mean?
Got thirty days in this hole
I’m fit to be tied
Uniforms in control
My days are long and
my nights are justified
I’m sitting in No. 5
Barely alive
Seems I’m meant to survive
Falling backwards
Forever it seems
I stand my ground
Things fall apart at the seams
One man forward
Ahead of a dream
One man in chains
I think it’s time for a change
One man’s freedom dream means
No more living in a pack of lies
Rejecting indignities and leading
a battle cry
Standing for Truth singing
“Bring the Man Home Alive”
Please bring the man home
(Instrumental break)
Twenty and seven years
Seems like a lifetime ago
Surrounded by my friends
And loved ones I don’t really know
How can this really be?
This young man’s now grown old
Freedom’s no longer bought and sold
Freedom’s no longer down the road
Falling backwards
Forever it seems
I stand my ground
Things fall apart at the seams
One man forward
Ahead of a dream
One man in chains
I think it’s time for a change
No holiday for Madiba
No holiday for Madiba
No holiday for Madiba
Holiday for you and me
I'm sitting here in solitaire