AFRICAN KID's, KING OF THE STREETS.
From the ignition of time
Where spirit of wine loves every
I stroll down this town backing my
Traditional symbol of dark's motherly
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
Was my best,
Basic health care is located far by the
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
Let the rich forget been stingy.
All I dream ends under this overhead
And I see opportune kids sing and
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.