FROM THE GHETTO
From the Ghetto;
Gun shots are heard,
From the silhouette;
A figure stands,
From the gusto;
A voice is heard“Spare my life Pilato!
This is all I have!”
But still slithered slit,
Cut across the throttle,
Body left in dingy pit,
No one is safe from macho.
From the Ghetto,
A woman is heard,
Screaming out loud,
“Please don’t defile,
Don’t defile me my sons!”
All pleas and cries,
Add sorrows to her woes,
Young boys with knives,
Have their dives,
In a people’s wives,
No protection on the five,
Thus risking their lives.
From the Ghetto;
A drunk 47 years old dad,
Walks into his 9 years old girl,
To the young innocent girl
He violently shovel and covers her mouth,
“Shhhh! Or you die!
Do as I say and lie,
After here you’ll eat a pie.”
Ouch! The pain’s high,
The man satisfy his thigh,
Despite fathering her life.
From the Ghetto;
A 16 years four month pregnant lie,
In undisclosed dispensary tile,
A young man with a lab coat,
Comes with a stethoscope;
And a file,
“I will only do it in line,
You pay me thousands in pile!”
The cost of killing a life,
The cost of removing strife!
In walks in the girl with a belly,
Out she comes in welly.
From the Ghetto;
Monica and John are having fun,
Despite being young,
No protection on his gun,
Thus their trouble’s begun,
“Let’s do it!
Everybody is doing it,
Our parents won’t allow it,
But they won’t know it”
Their bed rock,
As the stupor docks,
For these teenage flocks,
From the Ghetto;
His friends gives him;
A cigarette,
“Just try and you’ll feel,
The taste of heels!”
He puffs and cough paste,
Because he took it in a haste,
His friends smile and pat,
His back coz he’s the man,
The feeling of acceptance case,
Now he’s one of their caste,
No turning back too late!
From the Ghetto;
A drunken man goes,
In the mabati house he gropes,
“I am a professional doctor!
Not just a doctor but a proctor!
A neurosurgeon not an imposter!”
Incoherently he loughs,
As peculiar stares engulf,
A neurosurgeon with no hopes,
For none to help cope,
With unemployment dope,
Academic papers minusFinancial papers!
From the Ghetto;
Strange and peculiar things,
Happen to these human beings,
Caged by unseen wings,
Poverty life like pigs,
Stench and unpleasing winds,
Wafts through their tinny inns,
Subtle and wattle mints,
“One day life will ding,
I will wear a golden ring!”
But that one day thing,
Takes forever to zing!
From the Ghetto;
Houses are densely built,
Some are almost spilt,
Sewerage and dirty silt,
From effluent neighborhood jilt,
Not far from the ghetto,
But electrified by stilettos,
Women scurry as stomach rumble,
To their employers trouble,
Meagre pay in rubble,
Selling labor for struggle,
But still poverty doubles!
BY M.G AUTHOR