A Silent Shot To Salute Mr Jones

Down, low, and I am in sombre
I trigger this message
In mourning a gem, a well-known hero.
A man who was so sagacious
Diligent and ambitious.
Death is a weird monster
Stealing another master

Mr Malik Jones is a famous literary critic
And a hidden bard
That I can vividly confirm
He was so firm
Here I affirm
A writer...

A seasoned Journalist
And a master of a commentator
A good citizen who had the Nation at heart.
A voice of a clear conscience
A man of a true personality
A conscious servant with perfect timer
Punctual and actual...

Today, as I am told
That you have demised
I am no longer that bold
Because of those smart statements
I had heard from you
A short conversation
Of epic memory
But vivid a creature
Is this the nature?

But for me and our nation
Just a Sombre
That vacuum which no one will soon fill
A void no one will soon occupy
That throne which will be vacant for good
That voice with its accuracy and uniqueness...

A master of the masters of ceremonies
Microphone sophisticated as in excellent
Star of the century; a legend of our time
For the previous generation
Without a formal farewell
Mr Malik Jones retires permanently.
As I type these with a heavy heart
I pray that Allah have mercy on your soul
And seek condolences from your family.
Rest in Peace: a nation asset.
Until we meet again.
Mr Jones...