Dream Out of Africa
Inside the zareba I live in a hovel
To say live is being generous, barely surviving
On a day like today, well like most days
A cool cave would be a pleasant alternative
I dream of a better life, one without this sorrow
I do not want a huge monolith to live in
Something small and comfortable with nearby water
Thoughts like this are just dreams, not reality
A few sleeps ago we had these fancy women come
They hugged our children and gave them ‘Bounty Bars’
Was my disgust of them so transparent?
They think they are so admirable, have photos taken with us
Then they move on, have their conscience been salved?
They go back to their grand life and leave us here
Nothing changes, we are left with our sad dreams
Maybe one day in our grandchildren’s time, maybe
15-02-2014
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