Is this the growth they preach
Legs draped in last year's dust and sweat to form a thick-darker layer, On his right hand hang a plastic bag with blur words, In lightning mode he moved as a man on a quest, To pick trash in bins or should I say treasure? Wearing a t-shirt that's very old with a colour that was once gold, Suppressed by a wagon wheel, and a fist that holds a spear with a flag coloured in horizontal black, green and gold, The black text “let's grow South Africa together” on the t-shirt made his shoulders drop further, Is this the growth they speak about in their political manifestos? Lord! Resurrect Hani, for he may salvage us, again. (In South Africa we'll be having elections this year. And im one those people who are not interested in voting due the nature of what o see while moving from street to street. The youth is dying gradually. Im a 24 year, one of the so called born frees in the country yet im hating everything that's political. To a certain extent i think the apartheid government did a very good job in ensuring that no one lived on the streets, now in a democratic South Africa that exist)
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Thabaknee
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