Constitution Street
Constitution Street is where the Devil Meet
On constitution Street you can find many thieves
Pick pockets, phone snatchers, and money grabbers
Wine bibbers, idle men and youth,
Hanging around with their hands in their pockets
Looking for something to eat on constitution street
You can feel the heat on constitution Street
It felt like summer in winter man fighting against woman
For the aged old constitution
I dressed in a short sleeve shirt
And glide mysteriously through the street
Everyone stared in awe and look curiously at me
I became the talk of the show as I wonder which way to go
An old man walked reluctantly across the pavement
Clad in an old thick winter coats shabby beard and ragged cloths
He hop along and grumbled underneath his breath
I walked up the steps towards the station and saturate myself with the amazing architecture and designs, people coming and going
And young babies screaming while their mothers hold them close to their bosom to keep them warm
It was hard to make out the employed from the unemployed
Everyone walked gingerly in a similar way
Looking at the constitution from day to day
No pen, no paper, no books, no cooks
The truth stared vicariously at me
And the heathen standing on the other side
Appeared as if he wanted to start a fight
All of a sudden something confronts me
Leading me to the ultimate reality
On constitution street the music is sweet,
The debate is on and there are many mad men
The mad man crossing the street signaled at me
to put away my phone because many pickpockets were around
He walked hastily in the corner carefully looking out for a stranger to prevent a lasting disaster, he was a real savior
The mad men on Constitution Street knows everyone around
The mad men knows when a stranger is in town
Constitution Street is crowded, with old rules and old saw drills
And the train yard with its unique design is elevated on the other side.
Sixteen century bolts are still fasten in the doors and old pages are sticking to the shores; the laws of yesterday are applicable to today
and constitution is running around in circles holding conference with their had reaching towards the heavens
The constitution surrounds me pointing me to my destiny
People browsing around and others are looking for a way out
On Constitution Street you can find food to eat,
Not many fancy restaurant are around
The people selling in the street are barely getting along
Many shops are empty and stores are not selling or making money
Too much garbage is around and thieves scared the tourist out of town.
It would be nice if the police clean up constitution streets so that you can feel the breeze.
Constitution street is full of deceit reminent of the old Roman Empire still
Hang in desperation over the burnt out houses
and broken window, rewriting the sins of the past and hoping for justice at last
The constitution is the constitution
Fabulous buildings and great architecture
More buses than passenger line up in the street
Green bus, blue bus, yellow bus, red bus
driving round the constitution trying to mend the division
Everyone held on tight to their bags and purses
Hoping and praying that they don’t get rob
Constitution Street is full of live
I wonder what it is like at nights
The homeless takes up residence under the bridge
The buses are well kept in the garage under a shed
but the homeless has no bed to lay their head
Constitution street is big and wide
It could swallow up hundred thousand of mountain bikes
Constitution street has no political beat,
it is not governed by one man,
it is governed by the people who are rulers of the land
The people are the constitution
and you can see them walking up and down the street as they change the constitutions in living colors
Rich and poor, young and old
Black and white, blue and purple
Gay and lesbians
Boys and girls
People of all races and color
Join hands in hands
Holding their banners and principles in their hand
They all gather together to participate in the new constitution
Constitution Street is where the heavens meet
Constitution Street is where my heart beats.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2019
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