African Kid's, King of the Streets

AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS. From the ignition of time Where spirit of wine loves every Mind, I stroll down this town backing my Brilliant child Traditional symbol of dark's motherly Pride, Africa the diagram in my eye At age nine I understood every episode Of the street life. Web created of metal tread But reacts shabbily to external treat My kids with a pan on his head Perambulate the streets on legs Life span rich in hawking and gambling Forgetting any basic help Elementary education under this orange Tree Was my best, Basic health care is located far by the Left In this shallow well. I pity for my incumbent king, With royal feet Purposely neglects tomorrows wish. African kids vomits tartared english As my teeth is the sanctuary for disease, Even with my dark skin, I know majority who succeed, I beg, lead me through this path Nic_named winning Let the rich forget been stingy. All I dream ends under this overhead Bridge And I see opportune kids sing and Eat Under her equipped class room ceiling. I am also an African king carrying bitter Tears of neglect, I fall to prostrate to my magistrate Please help to redeem and eradicate This stinking image, It will never be late to celebrate When internal love becomes adequate. HABIB AKEWUSOLA.