Tintswalo
Tintswalo's story echoes a different tune,
Born in '94, beneath the ANC's boon.
They speak of progress, a free education,
Yet in reality, she faces unemployment's frustration.
No jobs, no change, just broken vows,
Tintswalo struggles in a system that allows,
Promises made, but dreams left to rust,
The ANC's legacy, a painful trust.
They claim to uplift, to break poverty's chain,
But for Tintswalo, it's nothing but pain.
Unemployed, dreams on hold,
The ANC's promises, a story untold.
While ministers boast in their ivory tower,
Tintswalo's reality turns darker each hour.
No progress, no relief, just empty air,
In the ANC's narrative, she's caught in despair.
So, ANC's promises may sound grand,
But for Tintswalo, they're grains of sand.
Unemployment's grip, a harsh embrace,
Her dreams shattered, lost in a vast space.
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Kamogelo Maubane
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