The Streets
The
Streets
1.
These
are
the
streets,
they
possess
many
souls
like
a
legion
does
a
diableric
In
these
streets,
you
either
get
molested
by
the
police,
or
if
a
sister,
get
touched
by
paramedics
Where
trash
cans
are
feeding
schemes
for
the
local
hobo
man
Where
drunk
brothers
get
pick
pocketted
at
gay
night
clubs
by
the
manager's
woman
You
might
get
struck
by
voo
doo,
so
cover
yourself
with
the
pope's
christianity
You
can
visit
the
graveyard
hospitals
to
sniff
the
odour
of
insanity
Where
you
can
step
over
someone's
urine
at
night,
and
wake
up
crippled
in
the
morning
Curse
someone's
granny
if
you
wish
to
perish
suddenly
with
a
comfortable
mourning
Because
of
poverty,
funeral
service
brothers
steal
body
parts
You
can
easily
get
bewitched
for
leaving
a
lady
with
a
broken
heart
Gays
can
get
married
over
here,
like
a
normal
groom
and
groom
kissing
the
broom
Thin
and
fat
ladies
are
claimed
to
be
the
ones
leaving
all
the
putrid
odour
in
the
room
Ladies
get
ambushed
in
broad
daylight-
Where
guns
bark
in
the
streets
every
time
there's
a
fight-
Why
we
got
to
let
fake
policemen
rape
our
sisters
I
don't
know-
But
to
the
helping
hand
of
slave
driving
governance
we
got
to
go-
Street
kids
bathe
on
watery
stone
to
appear
appeasing
to
the
masses-
The
streets
are
very
judgmental,blinding
our
visions
like
zombie
classes-
Those
with
HIV/
AIDS
are
a
stigma
only
to
the
rapist
minded
pervert-
You
might
get
beaten
any
time
for
not
being
a
drunk
convert-
Many
here
lived
and
also
died-
And
now
with
their
decaying
bodies,the
earth
is
satisfied.
Copyright © Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa | Year Posted 2014
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