Oh Nekede
A grevious ghetto.
Young and old live
A fearful avenue to freshers,
A non-grid lock area,
Where the young guile people.
Smokes in the air but no fire,
Hard drugs serves as food,
Haemophiliac men on the streets,
No halycon days of the youth,
Half caste children populates
Sodom and Gomorrah now
In nekede!
Girls on the streets,
With their dwangling breast,
To sell their already sold dignity,
To young men who sees it
As their duty to buy it,
Just with almost no token.
Parental advice untraceable
In their psychopathic brain
They are lords of their own,
It is written on the wall boldly,
A HARBINGER,
A good place for war is there
Two sided humans stay in nekede,
The wise men and the jeuw men,
Wise men keep getting wiser and
Jeuw men keep getting foolish
Wise men are not save,
Claiming to be owners of the road,
The jeuw are free men,
Move freely on the street.
Wise men die daily and the fortunate
Await death though on the race.
In other not to miss the grace,
Could this be an herald trace?
The jeuw jeer at the wise ones,
Death tolls.
Tears roll.
The fathers of nekedians weep
Even in the grave,
Has evil not stayed its welcome?
And the area ripe for judgement?
But who will be the judge?
We wait for such a day
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