Pens Down!
We matrix are now out.
We shall remember the blue yard,
Where we had played our part.
We shall remember the old Visagie that
taught us art.
We shall remember teachers who became parents.
We can't believe it has come to an end,
This is by far a memory to defend.
1st December, A lineage of friends
Brothers of HTS
We were learners today
We now leaders of tomorrow
Gone are the days
Of wicked sorrow
No more the smell of fuming ink
Nor the blade of white paper
The bespoke of our hardship labour
Where we once thought of its strategic slavery.
The leaky ink shared a stamp as we left
Just as the first time we met
With white shirts written in black
We Tekkies!!!
Are made by HTS
[Israel Xaba: gr.12 1 December 2023]
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