Our condolences goes out to the family, friends, and fans of the late Vice Versa aka “Dat man is not your own, dat man right dey is not yuh own”
The artiste was killed on the 26th of October and left the music community and by extension the rest of Trinidad and Tobago in shock!
Several persons took to social media to express their hurt and sadness over his death including the Voice of The Ghetto Youth Jahllano, Reeceitee and Jza King to name a few
We offer our deepest most sincere condolensces to the family friends and fans 🙏🏾 and we leave you with an awesome poem that we hope can bring some comfort to the many many broken hearts.
Vice Versa we love you and we know it was…Vice Versa ❤❤❤❤❤ R.I.P
WHEN GREAT TREE FALLS
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/when-great-trees-fall-by-maya-angelou
Rip Versa 🙏🏾 🕊