Johannesburg Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin

Johannesburg



Writing on the walls of history
In the city of gold,
keeps you on your toes
fixes your eyes on your goals.

Give the flesh to the soul,
And give the spirit the key;
But never sell your soul
In the city of gold.

A word spoken,
Like an egg broken;
Break eggs in the city of gold,
Your secret whispers will soon be known.

Taste the wine and the bile,
Drain the strength of your breath,
But never end like the vile
In the city of gold.




You can read more of Feyisayo Anjorin's writings on www.myspace.com/feyisayoanjorin

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 30 September 2009

All that glitters is not gold

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