O Johannesburg, city of gold,
Where dreams are bought and sold,
Your streets are filled with laughter and tears,
And the echoes of hopes and fears.
A melting pot of culture and race,
A vibrant, pulsating place,
Where the past meets the present,
And the future is ever present.
Your towering buildings reach for the sky,
As the people below hustle and bustle by,
In search of fortune and fame,
Or simply a place to call their name.
O Johannesburg, city of dreams,
You are more than what you seem,
For within your heart lies a story untold,
Of triumph and tragedy, of new and old.
So let us raise a toast to thee,
And all the wonders you let us see,
For in your streets we find our soul,
And in your spirit, we find our goal.
Poem by William Shakespeare
The City Johannesburg
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