Our Orator is Gone
Late Kenneth Amabipi
The Publisher of The Newswriter
Publisher is it true that you have gone
When we least expected
You were our hero and delight
Where we talk about the pen profession
You might not know how we admired
Your style of delivering the bomb
Courageously and fairly
You offended no one
When you did your writing
Always right at the point
Where the truth pains
Even in pain you smiled
How can we manage without you?
We beckon on you now and then
A Goodman does not hide
Even in the darkest
Deed of pain and sorrow
We will always miss you
In story telling in papers
Your smiling face, you hid
The great orator of the waterfront parliament anchor
The dramatist, the writer
How can we tell the story?
And to whom will we tell
No longer our smile shine
No longer will we sit at the threshold
Even as you journey home
This Saturday causing your
Separation with us
Just for a moment
You will be good to the maggots
You are going to our unknown land
The land of no return
If there is any need for us to cry
Would you want us to cry
We hope you loved us all
Your promise is for us to grow
Grow The Newswriter together
Then why do you bow out
To wicked death of no respect
We lack gut to say
Farewell, our dear publisher
Even as we will miss you
We will always have you in our minds
The entire Newswriter crew
Will stick together, your dream
Like a bunch of broom
To sweep clear your desire
The Newswriter
We may stumble and never fall
over your good virtues as a publisher
We may tell of your glorious days with us on earth
Even as you hide your face
From us in eternity
We may not derail in the job
You have called us to be partners
But in a moment
We will see you no more
This we will not be afraid
Because you have fought a good fight
For us to succeed, where honour,
Regard awaits us in peace
Publisher you have gone
The great story teller gone
Gone into eternity
When you decided to peep
Into the eyes of Tisra til
To catch the bountiful bliss
Of the will of the master
In sweet melodies tongue
Sing your own uh in disguise
Farewell, publisher
When the winds sing along
The path you are directed
Farewell beloved publisher
In heaven mercy and guide
Today in unspoken words
Farewell our boss
Till we meet to part no more
By Allanso Jonathan Allanso
