An Elegy For Reuben Abati (2011 – 2015)
Abati is dead and gone to his grave,
Ooh! Aah! Gone to his grave.
They planted a mango tree over his head,
Ooh! Aah! Over his head.
The mangoes grew ripe and ready to drop,
Ooh! Aah! Ready to drop.
But Old Papa Mango said, “Bloody hell, STOP.”
Ooh! Aah! Bloody hell, Stop.
“Is that not Abati we all used to know?”
Ooh! Aah! All used to know.
“Who fought for the masses on Patito’s show”
Ooh! Aah! Patito’s show.
“What on earth was he given to make him recant?”
Ooh! Aah! Make him recant.
“His famous anti-government rant”
Ooh! Aah! Government rant
“On my word as a mango, I solemnly swear.”
Ooh! Aah! Solemnly swear.
“Neither I nor my children will drop even near.”
Ooh! Aah! Drop even near.
“The corpse of a traitor so odious and vile.”
Ooh! Aah! Odious and vile.
“And I haven’t had reason to swear in a while.”
Ooh! Aah! Swear in a while.
So it was that Abati gave more after dying,
Ooh! Aah! More after dying.
Than he did in a whole life of faking and lying,
Ooh! Aah! Faking and lying.
For the mangoes hung fast and never did fall,
Ooh! Aah! Never did fall.
Growing bigger and fatter and sweeter for all,
Ooh! Aah! Sweeter for all.
This rhyme has a moral that’s clear as the sun,
Ooh! Aah! Clear as the sun.
The Children of Anger he so named for fun,
Ooh! Aah! So named for fun.
Are the mangoes that hang drawing life from a stem,
Ooh! Aah! Life from a stem.
Which in turn draws life from fools such as them,
Ooh! Aah! Fools such as them.
Written by Rev’ Olooshun