Cape Town
A city notorious for its crooks
And famous for its looks
With hills and mountains surrounded by brooks
From the table-like mountain, beaches and parks,
To tik, dagga and cracks
Puff, puff, blow!
Like smoke, vanishes all the beauty
Flaring from East, North, West and South
As its conquered by corruption
And confined by the roaming racism and inequality
Where a few jol, jogging and joggling in pyjamas
While flocks in shacks sprint in fear everyday
With their lives in jeopardy
Getting neither help nor sympathy
Copyright © Orsbon Orsbonf | Year Posted 2019
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