Hyde Park, Saturday Night
The people took back the streets.
So quietly they hardly noticed
What they had accomplished,
Realized the awe of it
Only later, late for dinner
In Hyde Park one warm Saturday
Evening, somewhere in oh five.
Sorry, congestion on Jan Smuts
Yeah, and impossible to park!
Can you imagine, traffic
People out, moving about
Jozie on a Saturday night?
Once, after dark, a ghost town
Drained by despair, disabled by distrust,
But now, a scramble for a table, eish!
What's happening to us?
Liberty, the only real freedom,
The kind we claim, give ourselves.
Assert the simple dignity of right
To be in time and place
Confront the locusts, wasting hope
Confound the errant rentiers of fear.