Beneath the Lies
The Shanty town had running raw sewerage
covering the lanes, people with horrific sores.
Leaking tin roofs gave little shelter but
baked in the hot African sun by midday.
The Politian's will tell you food and supplies
are getting through but they need more.
The shanty people will tell you no, never
have they received food or vital medicines.
Fat diploma tics getting richer as people
die like flies left with little or no hope.
Tempted in by promises of well paid work
to find there is none just squalid conditions.
Deprived of all comforts and nothing to do
some turn to drink then most to crime.
The dullness of their eyes show defeat
their spirits are broken for profit.
written 02/19/2017
for contest what lies beneath the lies
Some return to their villages in the bush
here a person can live like a human.
For the souls that remain no future beckons
just another day of misery until the end.
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