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Old Sof'town* 1. In old Sof'town, the jazz struck chords, the jazz lived, it exploded, out of the cramped homes, rolling along the streets, of old Kofifi, in tune to countless blazing heartbeats. In old Sof'town, Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too, and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true. In old Sof'town, Father Trevor preached equality and justice, for all, black and white and brown, and all shades, every hue, even as oppression battered the people, black & blue. In old Sof'town, the fires of resistance raged, 'we will not move' was the refrain, even as the fascists tore down Sof'town, with volleys of leaden rain. In old Sof'town, the people were herded, like cattle, sent to Meadowlands, far away and cold and bleak, as the seeds of resistance, sprouted and flourished, for the coming battle. In old Sof'town, the bulldozers razed homes, splitting the flesh of a community apart, only to raise a monument of shame, and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name. 2. In Jozi today, we remember those days, and those nights of pain, that stung our souls. like bleak winter rain. Yes, we remember old Sof'town, as we struggle onward, to reclaim our deepest heritage, and build anew, a country of all hues and shades, of black and of white and of brown. And yes, we will always remember, and yes, we will never forget, the price that was paid, by the valiant sons and daughters, of old Sof'town, those vibrant African shades and hues, of black, of white, of brown. * Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.

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Old Sof'Town

Old Sof'town* 1. In old Sof'town, the jazz struck chords, the jazz lived, it exploded, out of the cramped homes, rolling along the streets, of old Kofifi, in tune to countless blazing heartbeats. In old Sof'town, Bra' Hugh breathed music, Sis' Dolly too, and Bra' Wally penned poems that still ring true. In old Sof'town, Father Trevor preached equality and justice, for all, black and white and brown, and all shades, every hue, even as oppression battered the people, black & blue. In old Sof'town, the fires of resistance raged, 'we will not move' was the refrain, even as the fascists tore down Sof'town, with volleys of leaden rain. In old Sof'town, the people were herded, like cattle, sent to Meadowlands, far away and cold and bleak, as the seeds of resistance, sprouted and flourished, for the coming battle. In old Sof'town, the bulldozers razed homes, splitting the flesh of a community apart, only to raise a monument of shame, and 'Triomf' was its ghastly name. 2. In Jozi today, we remember those days, and those nights of pain, that stung our souls. like bleak winter rain. Yes, we remember old Sof'town, as we struggle onward, to reclaim our deepest heritage, and build anew, a country of all hues and shades, of black and of white and of brown. And yes, we will always remember, and yes, we will never forget, the price that was paid, by the valiant sons and daughters, of old Sof'town, those vibrant African shades and hues, of black, of white, of brown. * Sophiatown in Johannesburg, South Africa, was also called Sof'town and Kofifi.