Joe,
Without weapon, death as a warrior you fought,
Not with a musket, death at bay you withheld,
Long before surrender and release, you answered,
From existence, as a gentle man, you exited,
Brain, as robust palm untapped,
I knew you, guru,
Our infant days, determined, diligent, dedicated,
To unknown, a leap up,
Vagaries of life, as gravitational pull down,
Against the unknown, you struggled, suffered, sighed,
Great orator, mediator, and negotiator,
Great fighter, leader, and friend,
Nwa Ugona, adieu to the great beyond,
For perfect perfection,
Requiescat in pace, Great pal.
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