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»Hillbrow«

by M CSB, November 29, 2012

Big city lights where everything lays my beautiful town now big with crime

A place once called home now filled with doom
The tears and blood shed races the streets
and shiver and uncertainty follow with every heart that beats

A place once known as gold now forsaken by God
All the good turned into evil, modern day Sodom and Gomorra
Once the pride and joy of our country now lies the haven of sin
Hillbrow my decadent town deserving to go out with a bow

You now lay in ruin a pale shadow of your former self
You take in the innocent and cough out the wicked
Cry my beloved town, is there any more hope for you.

Written: November 2012
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"not bad at all"
Clement Ncube, Dec 27, 2012

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