Ghetto Pain

Roads narrowed by food sellers
Houses peeling and leaking
Children walking bare feet
With windowed garments
Women breaking their backs
As their husbands are hammering
Anvils into meals

Sirens are heard
A house is on fire
Shouts are heard
A purse has been snatched
A mother wails
A son has been shot
A daughter has been raped

When night falls
You hold your heart in your hands
A bullet may spray it anytime
Police and thugs are a family
Just different uniforms

Stinking dumpsites
Burst sewers
Contaminated waters
Blinding illicit brews
Pregnant minors
Aborted babies blocking toilets
Fresh human dung on paths
Ghetto pain is becoming unbearable

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11 thoughts on “Ghetto Pain”

  1. That was very powerful and incredibly sad. It’s amazing what words can do, isn’t it? I was particularly impressed with these two lines:

    “Police and thugs are a family
    Just different uniforms”

    They really reached me.

    Liked by 1 person

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