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My home, My Home is in the heart of this great land known as South Africa. It is known for its green nature, beautiful flowers that bloom all year round, And green pastures that refuse to stray, A great hill where there stands the great white stallion that symbolizes power beauty and dominance, Constantly overcome by beauty when you look from a distance At night lights brighten up the skies over lapping that of the stars, Such a divine entity my home! Bloemfontein the city of roses, A dream isn’t it but come in closer and takes a better look of the view..... See that beauty that you see when you standing far from this city, Can you see how disgusting it really is, Look at that ten year old any that sticks his head to bottom of that garbage bin, Being urged by his stomach as it grows and the world walks on by like he isn’t there??? See that old lady sleeping on that card box and everybody kicks dirt to the dirt that she is already laying on??? But nah that’s an old folk’s tale!! Let me take you to the nightmare we call the hood!!! Where wolfs dressed like well-mannered man patrol the streets like police protecting the innocent, Where thugs don’t snatch chains and run no sir they take it all then leave your carcass to rot!! Where screams to get aided are ignored like the sounds of a little baby that wines too much, Here it’s you against the world! You see my home is not a home! My home is certainly not beautiful, And for damn sure my home is not a vacation, Ha ha ha ha ha my home is a war zone, Survivor uncensored, Welcome to Bloemfontein.
