Johannesburg City Poem by Leonard Webber

Jozi, my Jozi
Let me tell how I see thee through my window,
From the Spiralled high floor obliterating my sorrow,
With clouds bruising the blue sky that dressed thee,
If I disregard to value your beauty state me comatose,

Jozi, my Jozi
How do I love thee without shaming thee concurrently?
Thy evidence of blood leak indisputably coat everyday's headline;
From the deep roaring sounds of trains,
We still hear the weep pressed out by pain.

Jozi, my Jozi
How do I forsake thee with no weeping deep?
With no asking for nighttimes that makes me
Cheerish the neon lights that paint your cheeks.
How do I hate thee without loving thee concurrently?