Johannesburg(Our Jerusalem) - Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin
We sit and ponder on the dangers that lurk in this field of greens,
We carved the mountains and hills and searched for lovely stones;
We swim with sharks; swords, shields and spears for our dreams;
Living stones are better than lovely bones.
If Love would live the full meaning of strength and glory,
Like the blooming of Jacarandas, artistic sprinkles of purple in a field of greens.
A rainbow on the horizon, a delightful story;
If we would be fixed to the anchors of love,
Then our soils, streets and dark alleys will stand for our dreams.
We bleed daily, as in a battlefield, we hoped for warmth;
We smile as the sun rises, a new day is a fortress for the sons of Africa.
We run with lions and hope for warmth;
It is another mysterious day for the sons of Africa.
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