Dear Lucky Makitla Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

It came so pale
Innocent as Kitten
Caring grieves in shoulder
Bird singing in the sky
Always hard, always hard

Candle have melted
Like flower when it wither
I have to; I will have to recollect fallen water
Slowly when it gored the soul
Happiness is a history
Nation is roaring like lion
Tears coloring my soul

He is gone, Arrival of priest
To comfort and restore
He never woke him up
We are walking on soil
While leaving earth

As I look at his lifeless face
I feel a bleeding internally
A scal in mind

Dear friend dear lucky
Go well fair well
As we met we shall meet
In heaven we shall