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The Slum dwellers

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The Slum dwellers


There exists a world where the traffic lights don’t work…. Welcome to the Slums We the slum dwellers… The ones condemned at birth by virtue of our parents biting poverty The ones with no prospects, no options, no apologies This is our story…. Morning light ushers in a crude awakening to realities better left in nightmares. The dash to the community bathroom - for those brave enough to risk tainting by the oozing, bubbling faeces (provided of course that they have the cash to pay for the toilet) The rest of us make use of polythene flying toilets –woe unto anyone passing nearby. Forget about breakfast – meals are a luxury Next stop: Trek to the industrial area Goal: To find any work needing muscle and employees too poor to care about meager wages and industrial law. Sweat, sweat, and more sweat. Work overtime, without protective gear, without lunch break, without job security. And for what – peanuts. Hand-to-mouth: Live for the day. The wheel of poverty rotates at superhuman speed. Alighting equals death – death in the form of the way out - Boy child: Criminal gang Girl child: Sea of prostitution The only reprise comes from the misfortune of others. Siphoning fuel from a tanker, death is death is death, be it from petrol burns or starvation. Tapping electricity from faulty lines – it’s not as if the council will willingly connect us with the commodity. Being used as mercenaries by greedy businessmen and powerful politicians – work is work, right? Free primary education –don’t make me laugh. Rapes, murders, theft –just another day gone by. In a world where people are a rule to themselves, only one rule remains: Do what you have to do to survive another day. Period.

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  1. Date: 11/12/2012 8:57:00 AM

    Very gripping prose - Vicky. Thank you for telling your story.

  1. Date: 11/11/2012 8:37:00 AM

    Your words need to be read! Very powerful, those of us in this part of the world have absolutely no clue and we are insulated from the reality that others are living every day. I applaud you and pray that God uses you in a powerful way.

  1. Date: 11/8/2012 1:21:00 PM

    you have taken this real, sordid situation to a higher level of socio-political awareness... we so greedy and selfish, we forget that half of the world sinks in poverty... a fav for me, vicky!.. i'm writing a less powerful piece on this theme, hopefullly!... you are a literary champ!..:) huggs!

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/8/2012 9:01:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    I'll look out for it.
  1. Date: 11/6/2012 11:16:00 AM

    ... of course, these alone ... the only casualties of poverty ... Vick !!!! ride on ... these may be find the greatest outrages in my own Afro-soil where poverty has become one of the chieftaincy titles for some ... nay for the bulky majority !!!!!! well done, Vicking!!!!!!

  1. Date: 11/5/2012 8:33:00 AM

    Vicky, Thanks so much for commenting on my poem, What Now. Your poem, The Slum Dwellers, is spot-on. I taught in Rochester, NY inner-city schools for 12 years. I hate to say it, but most of the young people I met were probably very familiar with the content of your poem. My hat is off to you for having the courage to write this piece. All best, Orma

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 2:53:00 PM

    sad but ultra- powerful write, Vicky

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 9:53:00 AM

    That was amazing usually my attention span is weak but I was enthralled during your entire poem!

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 5:04:00 AM

    The scolds and complexities of povertry; you've nailed it here, Vicky. You've covered many bases before arriving at home base...to them life must be a game where only a meal and clean linens may sit on home plate. A rivetting read! Hope all's well with you! love, Mikki

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 10:49:00 AM

    This needs to be said...this is why I have come to love poetry, I just can't write about it except in poetry. Please see my poem...My Children are Mexicans... which is inspired by...The Rebel by Padrig Pearce.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/3/2012 11:36:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Will do.Thanks.
  1. Date: 11/3/2012 9:41:00 AM

    Wow, Vicky this is my type of poetry, this is a sensational poem:::

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 9:30:00 AM

    Vicky; You told it like it is. It is hard to believe that all this happens in America - The land of opertunity. A lot of people would rather turn the other way or pretend it doesn't happen, but it does. I know - I've been there. Maybe one day things will change. Thanks for sharing, Lucilla

  1. Date: 11/3/2012 6:33:00 AM

    Oh, awesome, Vicky. You did a very vivid description of unimaginable reality. It's hard to know that some are going through it right now. Wish I had a magic wand to correct all that. Love you, my friend - Toquyen

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 5:56:00 PM

    You are a very talented poet. It's so sad, but beautiful written. It flowed very well. Thank you for sharing, and thank you for your comment on 'PAINS'.

  1. Date: 11/2/2012 10:47:00 AM

    This is a phenominal write, you have a way with poetic language! I love it, you're quite talented.

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 4:29:00 PM

    An excellent piece you have shared with us Vicky. I have enjoyed reading it this afternoon. Will be back soon to read more. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 4:25:00 PM

    I AGRRE TIMES ARE PRETTY TOUGTH EVERYWHERE RIGHT NOW I THINK A LOT OF PEOPLE TAKE THINGS FOR GRANTED LOVE YOUR WRITE THANKS FOR COMMENTS ON MINE DAVIDSCOTT

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 9:57:00 AM

    And, it can, given the right (rotten) circumstances, happen to anyone. I don't scoff at such things as you describe, Vicky, It could have happened to me. Good stuff. LOve, daver

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 9:06:00 AM

    WOW this is a really deep poem but is so right for alot of people. Thanks for the comment. I hope you will stop by again. It's nice to meet you.

    Tsiluma Avatar Vicky Tsiluma Date: 11/1/2012 12:06:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Nice to meet you too!
  1. Date: 11/1/2012 7:42:00 AM

    WOW THIS BROUGHT ME BACK TO REALITY,GREAT WRITE VICKY,In Jamaica the system is bulls too,lol

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 3:06:00 AM

    Exquisite... full of feeling, full of meaning, steeped in insight... Terry

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 2:01:00 AM

    OH MY GOSH THATS A GOOD ONE< WAY TO GO PERFECT SCORE