THE PHOENIX As the first rays of dawn lick the dusty streets of Makokoba township Noise already fills the atmosphere Stench from the blocked sewers fills the air As i stand on the veranda of my match box home, Clad in a thread bare attire, with an empty stomach I look over the horizon The rising sun rejuvenates my inner being In the midst of poverty I still stand my head held up high Though my inner being has withered My zeal to live has departed I still stand I stand against the obstacles in my path All of these my determined self shall bravely brush away Like a phoenix I will rise from the ashes Fly away so high Dance in the air like a bird For I have chosen freedom In the midst of poverty Education is my priority Education shall wash away my poverty It shall be a shield that once attained, will forever Shield my hide from the scorching rays of the sun From the storms and hunger That awaits to devour my inner being ...
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