The green grass of Waterkloof
The area in a certain era they dare not set foot
Now it provides comfort, a resting place
The centerpiece of their solace
The madames will not beckon
And on the grass I think they find peace
The house is already clean
The gardens pristine
No children
No families or friends
They left them all behind
In search of a means to an end
But will it ever end?
For generations since the land of the free
Their fortunes have turned but not much
Only now there is no pass and they can sit on the grass
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