Stones
The scene is of a damaged car, stained with blood
attracting people who gather to form a long cord
help is urgently needed but the hearts of men are bored
acting like the victim has been banned by God
the only response is a rush of snapshots on the Ford.
Skimpy and on high heels, so obvious is this beauty
who passes through a gang with minds so dirty
whistles and smacking- young boys in full blown banditry
she resists, but on her body, they begin a party
her hard-fought escape finally comes through, but void of pity.
A letter is dropped in front of 542 on a beautiful day
from 543 comes this grandma who reads it in foul play
she peeps through her intruding window- oh no way!
Tears the entire envelope and in the nearest bin the pieces lay
she hurries back to 543 after condemning her neighbour's pay.
A city without compassion, people acting as drones
humanity is hurt, the heart is replaced with bones
robbing peter to kill Paul, extending same to Jones
connectivity only existing between gadgets and phones
humans don't live here, it is a town full of stones.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2021
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