Bianca Haw Poems
- Questions To Ask In South Afri... I look down from my position...
- Remembering To Forget She told another joke, we all ...
- A Little Piece Of The Pie “In Life, the Trials hit us ...
- Questions To Ask In South Afri... She passes a street ...
- My Very Own Miracle Every day I wake and every night I ...
- Excuses Alas, my friend the in has run dry The paper, wet ...
- Contrasts If night was day and day was night. Good would ...
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Questions To Ask In South Africa
I look down from my position at the top of the lift.
Down into the depths of darkness,
Where many workers make their wage.
The layers of silica dust that coat the equipment
Cause a man somewhere in these tombs,
To cough and splutter,
And if it’s silicosis?
His family will starve without him.
I don’t quite understand why they would do it;
Work every day in this cumbersome heat,
Clamorous machinery, dark, dull colours
With a single lantern to light their paths.
All for a measly wage which will buy their family
A carton of milk; a crust of bread; ...