Robert Chasowa will sing again,
In the land where sadness chalks no gains,
Where anger’s paws touch no brains,
Somewhere unreached by pens;
Ah, I remember, somewhere hoped by planes.
There, Robert Chasowa will shine under joy’s big flair
There, where life is all about fun-fare
After the inhabitants say their first prayer.
Forget, my friend, about many a Polytechnic soccer player
Who things that, if you be a skilled player, then, you must keep long hair..
End note: One day, the truth (real truth) about Robert Chasowa's death will be known!
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