Curtsy Poem by Okello Baloyi

Wind making sounds, moving anything that could be shaken
Skirmish always grow to be a real big deal
And there I was chasing the speed of water
Without nothing to live for
Voices in my head 'everything could disappear quickly'
The land of opportunities has found one in me
As we're property of the Earth
Remember to wear all black in my funeral
My disembodied soul will never be heard of
Great walls collapse and never forgotten