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.