Obit for a Lion
A great man is dead
How do you measure that? How do you say
That certain of bread
Condoned not that he ate and just walked away?
When a man assumes
Certain responsibility, how do make his task
Unique? What fine brooms
Do you use to tell if his face is but a mask?
A great one his dead
Honor him, honor him well. O but too late
If you honor the dead.
Did his work merit the passion of the state?
Then our one tribute
Is to make a man's work eternal; all his dreams
Give means to salute
The people passing in their mourning streams.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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