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.