Looking around the streets of Grahamstown,
Children look hungry, it seems as if they are living a life,
that is bitter sweet.
Roasted beef and potatoes embrace them,
Food from the shop flows through them like the Limpopo River
Their journey is like a flipped coin,
They do not know were they will land.
Children look hungry, it seems as if they are living a life,
that is bitter sweet.
Roasted beef and potatoes embrace them,
Food from the shop flows through them like the Limpopo River
Their journey is like a flipped coin,
They do not know were they will land.
By Portia Makore
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