Written in 1976 after reflecting on the apartheid situation and what it was doing to people.
Power, progress, discovery
we need hands
get them,
anywhere,
anyhow.
You'r backward, behind, ignorant
come
we've got everything you need.
Work,
and you'll get your share.
Here,
take the spade.
Thanks for the money you have made for me.
Here's your pay.
You want to stay?
You can't stay!
Git.
You're not needed anymore
you've been paid.
Git.
Welcome home my son
tell us
of your stay
with the people of
power, progress and discovery.
Of the things they have
that we can't do without
tell us
what they
have taught
you.
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