The Jobs Poem by Thabani Khumalo
The Jobs
We are holding on for the judgement day
Though it's all along been upon our souls:
The need for bills that the leader soaked
Through the souls of men like the blistering cold:
The thing that made men travel far -
A thousand miles away from home -
A thousand miles to work for pay
Because the system has build what's odd
And erected stones from the garden soil.
This again has made me said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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