eGoli! the house of golden poverty,

where people lack financial stability,

house of prostitution and criminal intellect,

house of unruly behaviour

without the mercy of the saviour.

its streets are littered with filth

and hustling hawkers.

its air is polluted 

with engine fumes and fires burning below bridges,

a home to families and street kids.

you can’t walk freely without being a victim.

a place that has failed prayers and an exorcism.

its children walk about high on glue,

its buildings kiss the sky that’s blue,

its people lack the bone to tell what’s true.

eGoli! the house pilling with waste.

wasted talent,

wasted vision 

just a ton of division.

no cultures 

just vultures , ready to pounce on you like rotting prey.

I think I might runaway,

for I cannot stay,

in this mini hell we created.

eGoli! kill or be killed.

the moral campus has lost it network.

the house that never sleeps,

where wolves are dressed as sheep’s.

hunger is scattered about,

women and children constantly scream and shout,

eGoli! the horny city.

everyone wants a one night stand,

rape is rife,

the knife takes life.

oh beautiful city.

eGoli! where they leave with their backs.

sleeping in caskets,

ready to feed the African soils maggots,

they died of lust.

they died because they didn’t have a trust.

others killed because of love or a louse cellphone 

now we need to morn.

eGoli!

where the meat never finished but a man’s teeth.

eGoli where we grind

and try to find a penny or two.

eGoli where we don’t care to share

but just breathe polluted air.