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                             Beyond the Veils of Kensington Street

                                    Close to a modern capital city
                         Basking among the world`s richest country,
                              Lies the renown Kensington Avenue,
                              Shining as drug open market venue,
                          A shrine for gay life, unchecked harlotry,
                            Wide scale violence, frequent robbery,
                                 And strip tease houses as reality
                           Amidst wealth jostling with stark poverty.

                     Strolling down the street with some streaks of fear
                              Amid harsh music deafening the ears,
                                 A pluralistic picture greets the eye
                             With hues from diverse parts of the sky
                             Treading on, or sipping in roadside bars
                               Amidst folks lying by, gazing at stars,
                      Some with needled dose, trudging like zombies,
                           With their breath anytime likely to freeze.

                       Some folks dipped in overdose shed their lives
                         At the shrine of the street and don`t survive,
                            Many, sunk in drug wells beyond control
                          Forfeit homes, families and lodge as moles;
                           On other side of the street, one may view
                      Fair blondes, dressed in half skirts or shorts all new,
                            Parading themselves in search of targets
                          To trade their bodies as commercial objects.

                             Peering behind the veils of such a state,
                                   Often poverty is used as a bait
                       By drug barons to drag folks reach such spells
                         And thrive at the root where poverty dwell;
                            What pertains to the open drug market
                            Sticks to exposed lassies, under carpets
                        Often enticed from abroad, with sheer guiles,
                              To become sex victims in a short while.

                               At times, deception with life is culprit,
                                Tearing down the vigour of the spirit
                                 To tatters, leading to drug addiction
                                    With all its woeful ramifications;
                         Gloomy is our world where youth frustration
                                Lends its back to drug proliferation,
                            To some magnates, easy wealth creation
                             To sad victims, highest forms of tension.

                              On profound reflection, it may turn out
                              Excess tolerance and freedom may tout
                             Wicked woeful waves of social downturn,
                            That may prove venomous in the long run;
                         Where Somerset and Kensington streets meet
                            Lies the stark truth in the wide open street;
                              Yet, where social ills shine with tolerance
                              Poking the nose can prove an annoyance.
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