By the Gutter-Side

The best waakye in the community is sold by the gutter, Gutter choked with rubbish and litter, Litter that stops the flow of water, Water, contaminated as it is, the breeding grounds for mosquitoes, Mosquitoes that cause malaria, They hover around the food that we love, And so we eat, Eat to our hearts’ content, And we enjoy every single bit of it, And we fall sick; we get treated for cholera or diarrhoea, And we still run back to the gutter-side, We run back for more, more of our destruction, Because that is the home of our favorite food, the gutter-side.