Abdul Milazi
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Poem "City of God":
- written May 2007
- published June 10, 2008
- viewed 381 times
Other poems by Abdul Milazi:
»Eclipse the Soul«
»Expressions«
»Footprints Of Sorrow«
»Hail Mary«
»Johannesburg«
»Jozi My Girl«
»Life of a Gun«
»Man on the Moon«
»Midnight Dreaming«
»Miracle of Silence«
»Naked«
»Pause«
»Still Born«
»Stolen Kiss«
»The Dream (Days of Dreaming)«
»The Flame«
»The Love Game«
»The Naked Truth«
»The Poet«
»To a Glass of Whisky«
»Woman (Celebrate her)«
»Word Sex«
Visit Abdul Milazi's profile page
Poem "City of God":
- written May 2007
- published June 10, 2008
- viewed 381 times
Other poems by Abdul Milazi:
»Eclipse the Soul«»Expressions«»Footprints Of Sorrow«»Hail Mary«»Johannesburg«»Jozi My Girl«»Life of a Gun«»Man on the Moon«»Midnight Dreaming«»Miracle of Silence«»Naked«»Pause«»Still Born«»Stolen Kiss«»The Dream (Days of Dreaming)«»The Flame«»The Love Game«»The Naked Truth«»The Poet«»To a Glass of Whisky«»Woman (Celebrate her)«»Word Sex«»City of God«
by Abdul Milazi
In the city of gold where money is God
Prayers come at a cost
In the Godforsaken streets
Girls come easy and drugs come cheap
In the city of gold where money is God
We drive big cars we cannot afford
And everyone has a drug dealer on speed dial
Wealth has brought an unusual insensitivity to pain
And the meek suffer still with a unique anguish
In the city of gold where money is God
The beauty of the land is marked by poverty
And fear-filled mysticism buried in unmarked graves
We drink all day just because we can
Trade our souls for fortune and fame
And call each other names just to hang out with people with names
In the city of gold where money is God
We all want to live in hilltop houses
And get young girls to blow our money for us
We buy sex off the streets to avoid cheating on our wives
And give our children obscene pocket money to pay off our guilt
In the city of gold where money is God
You can get killed for a red cent
With an expensive bullet from a cheap gun
Sometimes just for fun
In the city of gold where money is God
There is no God
Prayers come at a cost
In the Godforsaken streets
Girls come easy and drugs come cheap
In the city of gold where money is God
We drive big cars we cannot afford
And everyone has a drug dealer on speed dial
Wealth has brought an unusual insensitivity to pain
And the meek suffer still with a unique anguish
In the city of gold where money is God
The beauty of the land is marked by poverty
And fear-filled mysticism buried in unmarked graves
We drink all day just because we can
Trade our souls for fortune and fame
And call each other names just to hang out with people with names
In the city of gold where money is God
We all want to live in hilltop houses
And get young girls to blow our money for us
We buy sex off the streets to avoid cheating on our wives
And give our children obscene pocket money to pay off our guilt
In the city of gold where money is God
You can get killed for a red cent
With an expensive bullet from a cheap gun
Sometimes just for fun
In the city of gold where money is God
There is no God
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Omar Refaat: "This is a great poem for sure, truly reflective of the decadence of humanity"- Moemise Motsepe: "gather around Milazi and bow to the lord of the word..."
- Hettie Van Zyl: "yes Abdul this is reality no doubt about that"
- Abdul Milazi: "always remember that we make this city, and only then the message hits home like a bolt of lightning"
- mthandazo lucky kadlodlo: "--sodom and gomorrah, the profanity, the debauchery, incest, beastiality, we are not talking prostitution, gang-gun crime, but we are talking orgies of inhumanity, clean it with words brav, good God be with your strength ion the pen--"
- Mercy Mhlaba: "This is a stinging truth about a city hyped with all and sundry, you found perfect words to paint the picture of this place. Beautiful."
- Matthew Mokoena: "I appreciate your word my brother, for in a Godless city, words are not just wisdom, but bread for the soul"