The Great Mandela (A Response to Peter Paul and Mary)

I am no prophet.
I am a coward.
I do my work
It's just not right

For a world,
Who has no law
And does not know how to treat their neighbor right.

So if I must die
In a jail cell
And be a prophet,
Harkening back to love...

I shall eat my bread and water
And though I'm crazy
At least I was a better man in this life.

Death is the toll, now,
And I am no prophet
And by all means am not better than my brother,
That's right.

I am a coward,
I am no prophet
I only wrote what God told me so I could eat.