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Israel Xaba, poet in the fitting and machining workshop |
Am I kept by boards
With white chalk
That they are for me and
What they said make my future.
That is for what, many had said
I attend a building named HTS
I can't see me in it yet
I attend daily
The yard it's been known as gold
With its people turned blue
Hence I'm in it yet not seen
"the sports are for you" they said
"YOU are the school" they said.
Yet the buildings are made
The school is seen
Many are enslaved
Like young minds before slavery
We rushed to be one with dem
Now 'what was one thinking?'
To be thee 'GOLD' in thy
I shall now leave
The blue clothes I'm in
And turn to what I should've been
And attend a place where I'll be seen
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