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