In Memory Of Lucky Dube (A Eulogy) - Poem by Kobik William
The weather was not favorable,
Nothing was adaptable:
The ground was too hot for any sole
And the blazing air was too hot for any flying soul.
Because beasts among men had turned life cold
But he was just a lone cub - bold.
Even in harsh arid shoes
He grew to became a lion
As rolling years swept honor
Down time's steep cliffs
Leaving MAMA on the bare sands of a faithless world
And the whole edifice of MAMA's pride
Was falling to the dirt;
He fought galantly
Till death on his usual furtive rounds
Did what he knew best
To break our hearts.
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