Sheets of corrugated iron
Some wooden poles too
Erected on the virgin veld
Become a home
Thousands clustered back to back, side by side
Become a community
Long drops or plain on ground toilets for all
Dirt pathways run a raggedy course from hut to hut
Taxies a plenty service the need
SPAZA shops and makeshift stalls supplying goods to all
Street kids playing ball
This all goes to make a brand of civil society known as a squatter camp
Freezing cold night, outside
Pap in the pot spinach too
Kids all washed and clean behind the ears
Home sweet home, mom and dad grandparents too
Home work by candle light, enlightenment at a price [slow]
Warm heart warm feet
Shacks are homes
Families are always just that, families Gods gift to man
Flashing past, aircon full blast
The haves blink an eye
Hoping like hell that the tyres hold out
Need they worry, I wonder?
