Word came out; Matty P is dead
All in sorrow their heads bowed
For you, the mighty broadcaster, nobler, like no other
Mic, console, discs where wholly thine
With your eyes shut, we still can hear you
Voice resounding, voice comforting
Mamas and Papas lock up your daughters
You were not there
Lolela first
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
Zip-A-Dee-A
My oh my, what a wonderful day
The boundless talent in you Mateo the Phiri boy
Even when you rest in stillness there’s no heir
Solid in gold does your name remain
Papas you can now unlock your daughters
For the great one who was here is now gone
Gloriously in the mausoleum of fame
By Field Ruwe, Boston, USA
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TOO TRUE TOO TRUE!!! MHSRIP!!!
May his soul rest in peace.
YES INDEED. I REMEMBER TOO…
“…THI IS YOUR MP, MOTHERS AND FATHERS LOCK UP YOUR DAUGHTERS..”
Musings of a great time gone-by
We were innocents then
Musings for a great soul who passed-by
And it’s only those who know, who mourn.
Adieu, Saya nora. Tsamaya Sentle