Verse 1:
Even though we all gotta go, to
go so fast is an unbearable kinda blow...
For many are those you were
fighting for, who thought it wasn’t worth dying for.
After you were gone they did come
to the fore,
That discretion should have been the better
part of thy valour.
Thy evil for custom sake now
lives not after.
As such, same masses who thought
thee inept acquiesce to say better.
In a little while after thy
eternal departure,
It’s said; you rode like a king and once dined
a pauper.
Some say you smote a dragon and
even walked on water,
I bet this sweet banter they intend to inter
later.
How long will they hold up? How
long will the clock wind up?
For same tongues to christen now a
lollapalooza into a wimpy loser?
This custom, I dare say, must be
hypocrisy short not of the highest order.
Trust them for the spiteful after;
for even the Osagyefo had his quota.
But thy pleasure is of one and
one sure eternal order; to these hums thy flesh is immune forever.
Verse 2:
A moment of silence for each and
every irresolute soul,
For even pegged at the echelons
their course fear to control.
In serving God and Mammon, they
thread a tragic road.
Needless Jerry toll his I told
you so,
For his protégé to the marauders
gave the towing robe.
Tethering him to their greed
albeit his frailly state,
Down the acrid and bellicose
course of fatal hate.
Alas! He is no man who no cannot
say.
But again, with tails between
legs, off to the woods let the marauding wolves,
For to the death they did push
the golden goose,
Thus a president of ours earth
departed on that fateful day.
As a servile king remains a
paradoxic state,
So in the woods the wolves did
not lurk.
But took on governance in same
breath of death,
Desolating us on a wing and a
prayer for our nation’s state.
WRITTEN BY JASON TUTU
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