(after S. J. Pretorius) <br /> <br />When the yellow sun starts to draw long lines <br />just before it descends over the distant hillocks <br />the streets of the town is filled with cars <br />of the great mishmash driving home. <br />Suntanned with hats covering there heads <br />I see white car guards taking their belongings, <br />men who had lost their jobs, now with their world insane <br />walk with lowered heads with their faces grim <br />while some stretch their steps much longer. <br />They had a work at a time <br />but now are sun burnt with rough hands, <br />sometimes on welfare of the local church <br />with their eyes hidden by the edges of their hats <br />while they dream of a country where jobs are plentiful. <br /> <br />[Reference:
