While the whole world
wept & mourned your death,
On warm African winds,
your people felt your breath,
While the whole world
bends, cries & so sadly keens,
In your land, folk
throw the bones & shake their beans.
In far distant horizons,
puzzled, they don´t understand,
Why people are singing
& dancing at death in your land,
They´re singing the
songs of your legacy & continuous joy,
They are dancing with
their love for you, every girl & boy.
Your people are happy,
not because you have died & left,
In their sad hearts
now, they´re orphans & they feel bereft,
But they now celebrate
your life & all you´ve bequeathed,
Thankful for smiles,
upon their lips you daubed & wreathed.
Upon the wings of Angels,
your soul has flown back home,
Leaving your land united,
not separated & no more alone,
We hear music, beneath
the warming sun of Africa´s heat,
In the dust of your
bestowed happiness, echoes dancing feet.
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