Do we cry or do we smile
Do we breathe a sigh of relief
Or are we to be with sorrow
For an old tree has fallen in the forest
Do we cry with joy to celebrate his life
Or do we cry with sadness for what awaits
The forest has been shrinking
Lets all admit it, this old ground was once so green
Fewer and fewer of the old trees stand
Fewer would even claim their own roots
Madiba was an old tree, a great one
A giant of a tree in this shrinking forest
Unfortunately as we stand in agony it is the chainsaws
That w'ld organize his funeral and be the chief mooners
Shedding crocodile tears for his passing
All in a rush to go plundering and looting
No longer would the old mahogany tree
Protect these seedlings so vulnerable
The chainsaw can be heard roaring, hyenas laugh
Ready to lay carnage on the land
The grave robbers are no longer strangers, they are family
They have been camping for so long in wait
But as tradition demands, last respect, last rites
We will all close our eyes and shed tears
I leave it to you if yours is of sadness
Or that of joy, I leave it to you
Madiba will have his last right
But do not cry crocodile tears on his grave
If all I can do is plead
I plead with thee, do not coward his grave
For Madiba shared
Only but a genuine smile
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