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Orsbon Orsbonf Poem
A city notorious for its crooks
And famous for its looks
With hills and mountains surrounded by brooks
From the table-like mountain, beaches and parks,
To tik, dagga and cracks
Puff, puff, blow!
Like smoke, vanishes all the beauty
Flaring from East, North, West and South
As its conquered by corruption
And confined by the roaming racism and inequality
Where a few jol, jogging and joggling in pyjamas
While flocks in shacks sprint in fear everyday
With their lives in jeopardy
Getting neither help nor sympathy
Copyright © Orsbon Orsbonf | Year Posted 2019
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Orsbon Orsbonf Poem
Has it ever crossed your mind how many times it has crossed your ear?
About those crossroad terrors that instil fear,
Or those crucifying rail rides by seers
Where crooks cronies crack jokes about their cruel peers
Elders nostalgically craft creative stories that ignite crowd cheers.
Just how often they talk about the youth that gores with knives and spears
As if that’s all they want us to hear.
Okay, technology has evolved and that’s crystal clear
But besides the polluted atmosphere,
Has things really changed in our sphere?
“Drop me here”
A passenger says as the driver changes his gear
He takes the money and pay attention to the rap music playing on his rear
And sees nearby pregnant teenagers indulging in beer
An old man at the back shakes his head in disbelief and exclaims “Oh dear”!
How the good old day have quickly come to disappear
Will it cross your mind anytime near?
That times have actually not changed as it may appear
Nor have the people who still smile, laugh and shed a tear
Perhaps the media has help raise the idea
Those even in the past have been present times as drear
It’s quite queer how our senior’s jeers making us look leer
By Orsbon Fatyela
Copyright © Orsbon Orsbonf | Year Posted 2019
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