Again the focus turns to old Afrique,
More discord and confusion there to find,
And makes me wonder: were I not so meek,
Would I ignore it for my peace of mind?
As currently I push it all behind,
So as to carry on my easy life,
Where everything that's needed can be mine:
A job, and shelter, money; soon, a wife,
While in less well-off countries people die from strife.
This time, far South, a domino effect,
As refugees from other crises near;
Perhaps because of Apartheid's neglect,
A Xenophobic aftershock is clear,
And brings out in survivors deadly fear,
That everything they fled from might again,
Be safer for the lives that they hold dear,
So they return back whence they came again,
To face with bleak distress what may become of them.
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