This poem was written by a terminally young girl in Kennedy road shack settlement.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever
watched kids

At the Jondolo?

Or listened to
the poor people

Struggling for their rights?

Ever followed those people
Who came to let the

Movement down

Or gazed at the sun into the fading

Night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so
fast.

Time is short.

The movement will
last.

Do you run through each day

On the
fly?

When you ask where is our houses?

Do you hear the