What is in a name
A question asked so frequently,
And though his earnings were but scant,
Yet seldom it receives reply.
Strife won for him fame and reward.
Read carefully the lines below!
For here was one devoid of wealth,
They're sure to satisfy.
But buried like a Lord.
A year has passed since we interred
Author, Translator, Orator,
Remains of one we least could spare.
In you we've lost a precious prize!
Defender, Fighter, Champion,
Your death, occurred a year ago,
Sleep, you have done your share!
Today we solemnize.
The shock was felt by multitudes! Your ready smile and kindly word,
The blow severe turned hearts to ice! Career, endeavour, intellect,
For the demise of noble Sol, Humour and generosity,
Was a great sacrifice. We aye will recollect.
One who for others strived to live; A word of heartfelt gratitude,
His people's rights his foremost thought; To all who joined in sympathy,
Discouraged often in his toils, And were responsible to cheer
Great battles though he fought. The mourning family.
A lot has he achieved. But Ah! Came Indian, Coloured, White and Black,
A lot has he left incomplete. And others, miles, to join in Grace,
It is for those he left behind, Homage to pay around the grave
To further and complete. Of one who served his race.
His pen he wielded forcibly. Came from Inland and Overseas
His weapon always was the Press. Letters and telegrams – a stream,
Speaking from public platforms too, And gen'rous aid for which is thanked
The people to address. All friends who well did mean.
The papers far and wide are thanked,
For kindly answering the call,
Distributing lengthy reports
Of noble deeds of Sol.
Your struggles have been very hard –
Sleep on and take your well-earned rest!
Your efforts we appreciate,
May you be ever blest.
A question asked so frequently,
And though his earnings were but scant,
Yet seldom it receives reply.
Strife won for him fame and reward.
Read carefully the lines below!
For here was one devoid of wealth,
They're sure to satisfy.
But buried like a Lord.
A year has passed since we interred
Author, Translator, Orator,
Remains of one we least could spare.
In you we've lost a precious prize!
Defender, Fighter, Champion,
Your death, occurred a year ago,
Sleep, you have done your share!
Today we solemnize.
The shock was felt by multitudes! Your ready smile and kindly word,
The blow severe turned hearts to ice! Career, endeavour, intellect,
For the demise of noble Sol, Humour and generosity,
Was a great sacrifice. We aye will recollect.
One who for others strived to live; A word of heartfelt gratitude,
His people's rights his foremost thought; To all who joined in sympathy,
Discouraged often in his toils, And were responsible to cheer
Great battles though he fought. The mourning family.
A lot has he achieved. But Ah! Came Indian, Coloured, White and Black,
A lot has he left incomplete. And others, miles, to join in Grace,
It is for those he left behind, Homage to pay around the grave
To further and complete. Of one who served his race.
His pen he wielded forcibly. Came from Inland and Overseas
His weapon always was the Press. Letters and telegrams – a stream,
Speaking from public platforms too, And gen'rous aid for which is thanked
The people to address. All friends who well did mean.
The papers far and wide are thanked,
For kindly answering the call,
Distributing lengthy reports
Of noble deeds of Sol.
Your struggles have been very hard –
Sleep on and take your well-earned rest!
Your efforts we appreciate,
May you be ever blest.
