Yesterday I saw 1947

Moving through Johannesburg Towards the sun set Congestion, hawkers, people Going to work, at work And going from work 10 thoughts later I see a gallery, a workshop theatres, culture centres and museums of heritage A place called NEW yet holds so much of the stone age You look square an see the artistic congestion of traffic to, A place you could take: your grandmother and learn a new meaning of liberation and song Your young brother for a lesson in perseverance Your friends for an extraordinary night life Appreciate the history in geography, the art in beer This is my place This is my NEWTOWN © 2006, Lazola Belle