THE BRIDGE OF JOZI

 

Under the bridge,

That dirty linen of Joburg

Mining town of humbugs

Under that bridge,

I now compose my dirge

The song of all my hopes and dreams

The lament of my hopes and whims

The plans so big and too small

Under my dirty mall

I will compose my poem

 

Poem of dark streets and nooks

Book of hook and crooks

Bible of dreams

Field of dreams

Book of things

Book of dreams

 

Under the bridge of Joburg

I will finish my last homework

My feathers have wetted and dried

My tribulations and trials,

My life has all been in vain

Pain.

 

So under that bridge

I begin to write my dirge

Under that dirty hinge

Under that bridge

Under that cage

My story shall remain in my bag