I know everybody
Will make this journey
But why do you succum
So soon?
When your food
Is still boiling on fire
You swotted every night
Privatizing public electric supply
With candles and chinese rechargeables
But you painfully left behind
Your Ph.D waiting for
You at EBSU?
I feel I need an apology from you
For this your departure
I am not sure I can get it
Prostrate as you lie
Here in obeissance to death.
Go my brother
And brush clean the footpath
For we are coming behind you
And when I am coming
I will bring that paper
You swotted for
But abandoned here
Rushing beyond.
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