A poem for Tutu: As the Arch sleeps, the Mother City weeps

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As the Arch sleeps, the Mother City weeps.

Flowers, and letters of thanks for all that you gave,

There’s no forgetting the cost you paid for being so brave.

Cheerful, friendly, and silly with a heart of gold – there’s a lesson to be learnt in the kindness he showed.

Like Mandela, and Tambo and Sisulu before him life was no walk in the park, but The Arch has shone a great light when times seemed so dark.

Peace was Tutu’s mission, he won a Noble prize,

He said we should work harder so we can see true equality with our own eyes.

The mountains, the halls and the streets cry purple, it was his colour after all,

So let’s bow our heads and say thank you Dear Arch for always standing tall.

We were blessed to have him for 90 years,

He selflessly played an important part,

And now we carry his teachings forever in our hearts…