By Neba-Fuh
A year just leapt passed!
We wailed in pain, that fateful March day,
In wonderment of Nature's unexplained course.
Yours, was a life fulfilled,
Constantly greasing your brain nerves with intellectual oil.
Stiffening your stance on evil deeds,
Never hating the doers.
You molded young scholars with ethics clay,
Feeding their intellect with literary
masterpieces,
You toiled for a better society,
Living the realities of the folks you defended.
You denounced injustice,
Rejected hypocrisy,
Lampooned sycophants,
Shunned tribalism,
Mocked quislings,
Attacked the status quo.
You led a life of humility,
With undiluted bravery;
Your world wasn't here indeed -this corrupt world of ours.
Today, we experience what you prophesied yesterday;
A country's future hijacked by con cronies;
Attempting to steal a blank cheque to rule ad infinitum.
Great Sage, you left a bad situation that is turning worse;
Options, dwindling to the last -violence.
If only they could hear you then, now.
Rest in peace, Master; as your spirit lives on.
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