Ghetto Paper

Oh paper town Oh ghetto Who's first lick of paint is a crumbling off and from each wall beside rising damp in children's bedroom With colourful murals and graffiti clinging onto it's exterior mud brick facade An esthetic attempt to butter up and raise the plight and spirit of it's broken remnants Restoring life to the residing listless dull and sallow faces dwelling in such grubby unlit spaces Because where window glass once lay and sourced light is now boarded up by cardboard tin or wood in order to block a draft so cold from bellowing in A splash and dash on the outside to quell the qualms for if not just a second before one steps over the threshold A fighting mantra stating that even someone as lowly and forgotten by life as i Can even have his or her life and name emblazoned in light's on a wall for all the world to see And though in reality or actual fact it may be only seen by the poor who reside so to in these ghetto paper town's As to me when i say for all the world to see This is in fact the world that i reside in and so to are the people who mean the world to me