A busy city,
Lots of light
A dazzling skyline
Great by night
African sun,
Almost set
A stack of memories
Hard to forget
Africans united
Happy together
Proud to be there, now and forever
The one and only place to be
Is the city run by the ANC
One day I’ll return alone
To only city I can call home.
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