The morning breeze so calm and friendly,
The morning sunlight so bright and beautiful,
Making everything wonderful and cheerful.
With the vegetation engulfed with smile.
Violence is a way of living,
An ugly culture adopted,
With unity and solidarity aborted,
Now it is a two world end,
With everything and everyone disconnected,
We are separated from each other.
Guns and knives the friendly toys,
Executing people's lives,
Without giving them any second or even hope,
Mugging and stealing is not a problem,
Even stabbing to claim a life is seen as a beautiful thing.
My street is not a place for good hearted people,
The street that is so manipulative.
It changes a good girl to being promiscuous,
A church boy to being a killer,
My street is an ugly place out there.
A pastor on Sundays but a sinner on weekdays.
My street is not a place to be,
But a place to live in fear and not to be happy,
Sometimes I ask God if he is still out there,
Like why my street? Are we cursed?
Or we are made to suffer on purpose?
Why then my street not a place for hope, peace and love?
Why my street,
Why is it not a good place filled with warmth?
But not a place full of cold hearted people.
Why people are getting butchered,
Like wild animals.
My street is not a good place,
An awesome land and an area of hope,
But my street is really an ugly location in a beautiful world,
Not a home for the faint-hearted,
Even if you try to resist it, its ugliness will eventually consume you.
Move out of it, whilst you still can.
AUTHOR: NJABULO N.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
WHY MY STREET?
De TodoThis is a street ruled by violence which results to alot of lives lost, and less success among the youth and local residents. If you want to make it in life, it's good for yourself to leave that area because with jealousy, envy, thuggery, corrupti...
