The weather was not favorable, <br />Nothing was adaptable: <br />The ground was too hot for any sole <br />And the blazing air was too hot for any flying soul. <br />Because beasts among men had turned life cold <br />But he was just a lone cub - bold. <br /> <br />Even in harsh arid shoes <br />He grew to became a lion <br />As rolling years swept honor <br />Down time's steep cliffs <br />Leaving MAMA on the bare sands of a faithless world <br />And the whole edifice of MAMA's pride <br />Was falling to the dirt; <br />He fought galantly <br /> <br />Till death on his usual furtive rounds <br />Did what he knew best <br />To break our hearts.<br /><br />Kobik William<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-lucky-dube-a-eulogy/
