You could'nt be stopped
Not when you were and now that you are not
Your echo resounds like the wave of a mighty ocean
Not one could do but speak your name
You were a replica of the true Shepherd
Even in your exist you remain the pointer
Every other in your time was just the very opposite of you
Oh what a glorious lost
For your mark hit yhe landmark
Your landslide will forever echo
You lived your name
Npble because truely you were of red blood
Elegant this was you in totality
Labourer of a sort that redeemed his people
Scared because this is the memory of you
Oasis of the Southern Africa
The nameplate of African leadership
You are the Madrigal on every lip
Adorable in all standard
Your echo is a natch my hero,
The dandy whose intellect faned the poor,
The backbone and admiration of generations.
Adieu to the greatest of them all,
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