Here passes a coffin in solemn creeping pace
And weeps none holding back;for his mere life was academic
Starred with severe solitudeness a panting curse unexcorcizedÂ
A hearse at chamelion pace weeps the time
His brother`s fancy machine slides in disbelief
The dingy buses moves in unrivalled silence
For him may never tread nor relish a mirth of Sunday kos.
An empty hole grieves his body now lowered provoking tears
Upon the scythed grasses and mowed turfs
The throwing of fleshy earth then the reverend sings a psalm
With besieged populace a grave joining in,in long voices
Singing'noyana and siyaya ezulwini.'Back home in white tents
A feast comes acknowledging the support with meals;
All`s there to be seen for his toil to be credited
A revamped home for his father and an automobile
As a token of appreciation,little father`s boy in varsity
And charities `ill weep even a deeper melancholy.
