My Condolescence From The Heart Poem by Quir Diing Jr.

When I heard of his death
I felt it sharper than a razor’s cut
Inside my axon,
Why does God has to take him?
Such a successful folk
Before he taste the fruits of his labour
Our hopes are wrinkled, raged and ruined
But bless my sole loud and sound
The creator knows the reason
Let’s keep hope like soldiers in a battle
That such a fellow will one day rise
And we shall be panthers again
Let’s take heart and be strong
Is a lost but all isn’t lost.