A Road Still Driven

Written by: Yvette Lisa Ndlovu

At dusk`s eerie cry: We rise. Winds prevailing in no direction, hurricanes lacking a calm eye. Twilight walkers deceased in spirit. Our quest begins. A damned trade trailing on quicksand. Plummeting on a city pavement. Eyes gape reflecting thought- disdain in decent women, impertinence from men, boys tremble. All screech- "Woman of the night." IN DISGUST. Even I aspire for a stable port. Dreams of discovering the land of Home. My lewd road still shamefully driven Only comfort a compass without North needle.