A Lament Takunda

Lamentations to you young brother
For you elected death as escapism
And left us in anguish, anxious
To have your soul amidst our own

Now, just cheer to that tatty retention
You casted a dub to these fragile
Hearts, with all efforts to the wretch
Left now only to dig the trench, a ditch

Solemnly we weep and bellow aloud
For the brawl you brought is indeed
Ceaseless, knowing Mother Earth haste
To have devoured its own, dust be dust

You robbed us our smiles to the dawn
This demise inflicts more than it ensured
Takunda Wazvaremhaka how old?
To blow the shred of light into darkness