You penned down a tale

On the lingering patterns of time

A creation that will never stale

Unfolding a legacy sublime


You heralded for us a poetry realm

Which was to creation; unknown

And is even to this day in your absence at our helm

Empowering our subconscious all malice to dethrone


You sowed life

Through unbroken lines of protest and comedy

For our hearts where cyclones of strife

To our nation your work was indeed a remedy


You are gone and it’s difficult to turn a new page

But your work shall remain a hypodermic syringe









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