Underneath the Beauty

(The first time we were robbed in Cape Town I felt that the ugly had hit back at all the beauty we were immersed in. I was angry and looking vengeance. Twenty four hours later we found ourselves at a Ronan Keating concert (!!!!) and he sang my favourite Elvis song In The Ghetto which changed my entire perspective on the crime. I’d never have taken Ronan as the prophetic type but the song hit deep.)

From underneath the beauty of the mountain
The underbelly of the ugly struck
Curse can pull a knife and stab you
No matter what your treasure trove of luck
The innocence of my trust was violated
And my soul left battered and broken
I came to this city all wide eyed
Now they’re bloodshot and ripped wide open
In the heat of my cold blooded anger
I want to catch them and never let go
Then an angel with the voice of Elvis
Sang a song called In The Ghetto.

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