POETRY
(Copyright - Pierre du Toit)
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Migrant
Labour
Across
the border - born
a
cry of hope
for
wealth and pride
with
papers
damp
against the chest
their
backs are strong with promise
*
but
days go deaf
and
suns hang mute
from
countless empty domes
their
hostile brothers'
eyes
are blackened
pools
of deep fatigue
*
some
nights
some
sing their sounds their ears
are
drunk they drown in cheap cologne 'till
bare
bulbs die
and
darkened dreams
lose
past or future home
*
their
eyelids move
their
shadows search
from
Istanbul Algiers
from
high Lesotho streams they left
for
life -
their corrugated faith
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