The Informal Settlement

you are a shiny city home for helpless are Gold to those who can
work by selling what ever they can
sell from empty bottles to cardboxes.
you make us proud by keeping us
alive and being next to our bread
Oh Lord see us through raining days
and keep our burning shacks safe

Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 22, 2008

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Comments about The Informal Settlement by MTHOKOZISI NTOKOZO MAPHUMULO

  • Don Mcwilliams (3/22/2008 2:24:00 PM)

    Profound and moving. Well said.


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