Children are not
just children
It seems
In Drommedaris, in
the avenues, expressively on the streets
Mother’s decide
Who is good enough
Potential friends
Gracing the
company of their little Angels
Tainted by an
ethnic identity
It’s no game to
decide the fate
Who will be
present
At the next play date
Unless you come
with a friend to your likeness
Isolation
No longer actively
enforced by law
Apartheid
Alive and kicking
Practiced rapaciously
Amongst the poorest
of the poor
How long will we
wait
Battling to build
change
Diversity our
dream and hope
Or am I an
optimist
Struggling with an
idealism
Lost on the masses
Actively keeping
score
Simone Naik
Hagfeldt, 2016-01-23. Thank you for a lovely afternoon Boeta, we laugh, but the
pain of hearing these stories threaten to spill the tears that always lingers
shallow.
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