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The poem that Madiba kept in mind on Roben Island

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. ​

In the fell clutch of circumstance ​
I have not winced nor cried aloud. ​
Under the bludgeonings of chance ​
My head is bloody, but unbowed. ​

Beyond this place of wrath and tears ​
Looms but the Horror of the shade, ​
And yet the menace of the years ​
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. ​

It matters not how strait the gate, ​
How charged with punishments the scroll, ​
I am the master of my fate: ​
I am the captain of my soul.​

Thank you, Lisa. You are a library on legs!