I wrote this a while back. Still seems relevant.
Apartheid imprisons Equality.
In darkness and solitude, segregated for colour, it breeds with Revolt to produce swearing, jostling words plotting escape.
Freedom creeps out one night, slinking past guards, disguised as Non-violence. Opportunity seeks refuge and gains followers in New York and London.
After twenty-seven years of forced quiet servitude, the prison doors are flung open.
Ideals teeters cautiously, uncertainly at the threshold of its long walk to freedom.
Harmony rolls up its sleeves and rebuilds the nation.
Rebellion and Resistance fall silent, but the heat of their simmering, throbbing heartbeat pulses in the veins of Democracy.