The passing of Terry

A giant in his own rights or wrongs

Hero to some, and zero to others

In the arms of youth lost his tooth and a life

With very little dignity left

He became a victim of circumstances

He do be creating or harnessing

Is this racism, self defense or crime

Or is it that the chicken had come home to roast

That maybe the pot that has been brewing in his backyard

Is finally ready to be served to the master

I can only imagine, the minor serving the master

The final offering, is this really murder

Or could it be that we all are mad

Easter tears on white faces of my motherland

Reminding me of the Easter tears on African faces

When the honey was stolen from my African tea

A giant in his own rights or wrongs

A leader to his own, surely you will be remembered

By some as the constant reminder of hate and apartheid

By others as a father of the Afrikaners

To the prison warders who once locked your doors as another convict

Many more will remember many more

But uncle terry ain’t no more…