Lachrymose 5: The Fighter Poem by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗒.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗋𝗒,
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅'𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗒.
𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿, 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗍𝗌.
𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝗈𝗒,
𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾.
𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝗌.
𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾,
'𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝖦𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, Heaven 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽! '

𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗆𝗈𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋.
𝖧𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌.
'𝖨𝖿 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖩𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗁, 𝖨 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍,
𝖲𝗈 𝖩𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗁 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝖲𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍'

𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌.
𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇.
𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌,
𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝖫𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗌
𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽.
𝖨𝖿 𝗐𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝗒 𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗌
𝖬𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.