Blue Sky Horizon
An African afternoon
Woman and men work
On the road
In the hot sun
Personalities hidden
Beneath orange boiler suits
Faces melt
covered in black woollen hats
We view from afar
Our eyes never meet
We too are hidden
White faces
Peering from a white refrigerated car
The sun deflects our stare
The sign says stop
The workers spread the tar
Road building takes time
And this is Africa
How we wish
To go further on our journey
Impatient before the sign
A car behind revs
It's a single track
We must wait for others
To come through
Before we go
It's s hard job building roads
In the hot sun
It's even harder building lives
Little huts scattered on the roadside
