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
Is the same way we give thanks to his body soon
To be left in a sordid grave of his.
Ours are tears of truth while theirs befriend crocodiles.
Though you brainwashed us with the pen, we resorted
To arm ourselves with it.
Though plundered by poverty, sweat continues to conceive us day in day out.
You were a stepping stone whose tip made everyone
To realize how devilish those white vagabonds were.
They made some black people eat their philosophy.
Words such as ‘Voetseki’ married the white man’s mouth and
Made him divorce himself from the black man.
We called them maniacs, myopic and stupid but they
Continued to exert their power on us
You stood up and said enough is enough and for that, a loud of applause coupled with
Whistles and ululations should be aired into the air as you eat your dust.

© Danny the Writer