Two Lands, Two Journeys

Beneath the southern skies, two nations stand,
South Africa, rugged, bold, and grand,
New Zealand, serene, with hills that rise,
Both hold stories of the working class lives.

In South Africa, the sun burns bright,
Yet shadows fall on dreams each night,
A land of riches, of gold and ore,
Yet many struggle to find an open door.
Unemployment whispers through the air,
Dreams are heavy, hearts stripped bare.
Government promises, a fragile thread,
Many left hungry, their hopes unfed.

New Zealand, with green plains that sweep,
Offers jobs, but for some, they weep.
The system cares, a hand does lend,
But struggles persist, they never end.
Cost of living, a growing tide,
Wages and dreams don’t always collide.
Support exists, but gaps remain,
Even in paradise, there’s still pain.

Both lands bear the weight of toil,
Sweat of the brow, hands in the soil.
South Africa’s workers fight for rights,
While in New Zealand, they seek fair heights.
One dreams of more than just a chance,
The other fights to maintain the dance.

Oh, governments, hear the cry,
Of those who work beneath the sky.
South Africa, rise, let hope renew,
New Zealand, strengthen the safety net too.
For the working class, the heart, the soul,
Deserves the dignity of a greater goal.

Two lands, two journeys, yet the same plea,
To live, to thrive, to simply be free.