Johannesburg(Ii) Poem by Feyisayo Anjorin

The precious is treasured.
Treasures in the heights,
Treasures in the depths;
Know the worthy treasures,
Know the baits of pleasures.

Eyes on glittering stones;
Visions of gold and ghosts,
city lights, the sun that rules the midday sky;
city lights, the moon that shines in the midnight sky.

Vessels of life
With eyes on a prize,
Their sights our lights,
Their lights our guide.

Shine the lights on the gold,
Test the gold and the ghosts,
Never treasure the worthless
in the city of gold.