Day Ends In Shanty Town

day ends in a shanty town When crossing the bridge to the shanty town The day was almost over, blank and tired and due to pollution, the light on the bridge had a hue of aureate The huts in the township were utterly miserable consisted of bricks, stones, plywood and corrugated iron were the roof of all the shacks a roof that keeps out the rain but bursts your eardrums In small spaces in the back of hovels, women were preparing the evening meals How can people live here, washing on a line said it was possible Children ran around playing cowboys& Indians for them, poverty was a word that did not exist as long as they got fed. The night came suddenly to the tune of music from a transistor radio the night belonged to yellow cures and rats