The loud noise
of school girls
that shouts at each other on the bus
banish every thought
and they laugh at a teacher,
that tries to teach them
to be ladies
and I wonder if they have got a clue
about proper manners.
The shouting way of talk
let it feel as if your soul
dies inside of you,
while the meaningless noise
of their talk
goes right through you,
and I wonder if this way
is own to them
and if from the start
they have no respect
for other people.
This Africa country of mine
will never be like Europe,
but it stays the place
that I love
and I wonder when
a person will ever here
have a own place in the sun.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loud-noise/
