Life in boxes of corrugated steel, | 1 |
Tarp roofs held by tires peel, | 2 |
Wind never learned how to feel | 3 |
For Khayelitsha, | 4 |
Caught in a crookedly spinning wheel. | 5 |
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Dead dog bagged and left off street, | 6 |
Discovered by infants though buried deep | 7 |
In trash as thick as unshod feet, | 8 |
As Khayelitsha, | 9 |
Dispossessed city by the sea. | 10 |
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Electric lines describe circus canopies | 11 |
These children may never see, | 12 |
While Southern skies tell an older story, | 13 |
Oh Khayelitsha! | 14 |
Can you forgive the world for your poverty? | 15 |