All My Children Poem by Thabani Khumalo
All My Children
There are people who make
a bumper harvest out of human slavery.
If you are an employer,
never take for granted the services of our people.
Pay them well and put their minds at ease
and let them enjoy of the ripe fruit of the wild lands.
All those are my children and they need to be saved,
I will put them in Barmbyan
where they will enjoy a life of living in pure and complete decency.
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