In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
- April 30th, 2018
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In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
Another child dies while playing, the bullet intended for the young man
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
The young man dropped out of school, his chances blighted before he entered Grade 1
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
He ‘tikked’ all the boxes of loss and hopelessness
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
His mother drank to stay sane
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
His absent father was present with his fist
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
Leaders squabble and scrap while the poor cry out
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
Cars clog; trains fail
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
The foreigner trembles
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
Inequality eats at our soul
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
Greed and selfishness steal and plunder
In Cape Town, it has forgotten how to rain
In Cape Town, have we forgotten how to cry?
In Cape Town, it has remembered how to rain
Can we remember how to cry? – a cut-off low of restitutive, restorative tears to fill dams of generosity, sharing and love