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REALITY OF THE STREET
REALITY OF THE STREET
Bellow of a delinquency
Wrapped in the dust of lust
To the brim loaded with crust
Made its way to the prime lord
Who says to the dagger to strike!
Will say of the lofty and ridden
Loathed by the street; despised
Needed a home on the lawn of ooze
His heart was kindled to be terrifying
Found his way to the lord of the dark
Who says to the axe to suck and pierce!
Will say of her inn filled with wrath
Questioned and jettisoned on a card
The query to reason why he was born!
Called on her maidens to none cared
Watched her mothers breasts sick in wrinkles
As his father's yell from afar set the kid on race
Birthed on the street to a hard kick
Even the red dust dawn! Wanted a taste
Who'll ever save the street from jeopardy
The street is red on shackle's holds, not comedy
On the lifeline of no blood , no glory ; no melody
On the bed of woods, where spiders travail
To the altar of axe where loggerheads flee
Who does not like to sleep on a bed of rose?
Yet! Life set its loose from the hem of the street
An axe to the dagger to strike in vengeance!
Hard on , these grounds so rocky
Forthright to the beckon of the weak
Let's make it a space to live, survival
Such a green light that made all to a truce
The way presented; was shown in a picture
As life came back to the corridors of the street
How long shall abnormally reside with us?
To what length shall we move; to be humane?
Shall the street be, lit with the light of hope
Shall the corners be, free from human rotteness?
And the edges be kind to the weak to pass through?
To no spite we'll call ourselves human
To the cost we can all afford to bare
With water and food abundant to share
With a shower of love; we'll endure to feel
At these ; the society will bloom in blue
Gather in the crooks and crannies
To the applause of the growth created
On the street accepted for all to share
The lounging of belonging to same clan
Street lucid to accept on a reality of togetherness
Copyright ©
Taiwo Temitope Philip
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