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From all sectorial in trains
The party politicians were there
Young men and women were there
He also like other citizens was brought
Together with and amongst the throngs of people in train
To walk over his last hurdle and cast for his train

So weary yet courageous he stood
Tottered on his stout supportive stick
With the scorching sun a heaven to him turned
Which by slow moving snakes he trotted
That all his past and present sufferings be washed out
Though now a patient yet patiently shuffled

Beside him they marshaled in their uniforms
To commission their short attempt neatly worked
Their paces proud on splintly fresh tilted land
With expensive toys cramped and save
The old experienced poor man’s only anticipation
To thrust and trust his signature in to the lucky box

Beyond the cameral counter in rattle
Within the boothlike stations in duty
The scribbled crossed paper shackled in
The shrinked wrinkled hand rears to stick
Amongst the ready greedy thirsty and hungry posture the guards
Cleaning him for their next arithmetic

Shortly after he was long gone out
The deserted stations lay mockery tombed graves at dusk
As the horms work their old usual ways through the night
The technicians and engineers readies for their next month
As the party men party it without end
But the old patient eviction in bed ordered
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Submitted by msehloka on June 19, 2021

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M.J. Sehloka

Born during the middle 1960s at one of rural areas and a farm around Mooketsi area in Limpopo, attended school at welgefontein combined primary school, Maribe L.P school, Sesoai H.P. school and matriculated at Bjatladi Sec School in 1987. Graduated for STD at Modjadji College of Education, taught English at Phiri Kolobe H School (1996 -2003), taught Engish at Letheba H School (2004 - 2014) , taught English and Geography at Mashaha Sec School (2015 - 2020) and taught Geography at Motlalaohle Sec School (2020 to date). more…

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