Adieu, Sons of 2020.
Let the rains come down
let it wash away our pain
Let the dust blow light
we’d still return to it someday
Let the man live and make live
when he has the gift of life in him
For surely, it’d be required of him
and heavily, he’d have to relinquish
And lo, he lay; empty and still
and all that’s left; memories of him
Adieu to all, sons of the soil
laid to rest from various cause
Till we meet again on the other side
good night, ka chifoo, ka sun re, ina kwana.