Khayelitsha
“New Home”
the hot sun beats
down
casting shadows
across the tin settlement
in these slivers of
darkness dogs rest
flee ridden,
ownerless, vagrants
there is another vagabond
too young to read or
write
playing in the
streets of glass sand
wondering, blissful,
a child
this is an alien land
no familiarity
I pass through these
homes
dazed, alone, a dream
yet there is a true
happiness here
a sorrowful joy
from great poverty
comes a love of life
astounding, powerful,
the human soul
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