Sailing in horror over the motionless corpse,
Mine eyes sing the chorus of the crying song.
Poll bearers give their last respect
So, as I.
A befitting send-off ceremony is what we
Call it.
With the rumbling sound of the thunder
And the grumbling sound of the earth,
The bond welded between us is torn.
A citadel of knowledge goes into a dark cloud
Manmade inventions applaud the Giant for
The work is done.
Self-aggrandized and ruthless cronies sing their
last as they celebrate.
The same way we waved our hands at the Son of the Soil in 1980
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