GOODBYE JOBURG
City of gold! Goodbye
A place where sleeping is waste of time,
Where going slow isn't option,
Where there's no time to stand and stare.
I am sick and tired of you!
Of your fast life,
Of your heartless,
Of your cruelty,
Of fake smile and fake beauty
And most of all tired of digging for gold.
Goodbye Joburg
Am going home,
Where I will be greeted with true snile,
Where I will shake hands with heart,
Where hello cost nothing,
Where respect isn't measured by how much you have.
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