Darkness has fallen on the man
The other will know society’s pan
In the house of jest it all subsides
A painful pang praised in all sides
A dreadlocked soldier has march on in salute
Heart seizing to beat in a place of concealed mute
Piercing through light into the beckoning darkness
An improper passing with no pursing in correctness
The songs of the living will glorify upon his soul
A celebration of his journey in this place of hearts foul
Mnemonic moans filling a house of inflamed veins
Our treacherous tears descending in crystals like rains
Darkness has fallen on the man
In light we will all, one day rejoice
By Linda Sakazi Thwala
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