The Streets

Written by: Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa    
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The Streets

The 
Streets 
1.            
These 
are 
the 
streets, 
they 
possess 
many 
souls 
like 
a 
legion 
does 
a 
diableric 
In 
these 
streets, 
you 
either 
get 
molested 
by 
the 
police, 
or 
if 
a 
sister, 
get 
touched 
by 
paramedics 
Where 
trash 
cans 
are 
feeding 
schemes 
for 
the 
local 
hobo 
man  
Where 
drunk 
brothers 
get 
pick 
pocketted 
at 
gay 
night 
clubs 
by 
the 
manager's 
woman 
You 
might 
get 
struck 
by 
voo 
doo, 
so 
cover 
yourself 
with 
the 
pope's 
christianity 
You 
can 
visit 
the 
graveyard 
hospitals 
to 
sniff 
the 
odour 
of 
insanity 
Where 
you 
can 
step 
over 
someone's 
urine 
at 
night, 
and 
wake 
up 
crippled 
in 
the 
morning 
Curse 
someone's 
granny 
if 
you 
wish 
to 
perish 
suddenly 
with 
a 
comfortable 
mourning 
Because 
of 
poverty, 
funeral 
service 
brothers 
steal 
body 
parts
You 
can 
easily 
get 
bewitched 
for 
leaving 
a 
lady 
with 
a 
broken 
heart
Gays 
can 
get 
married 
over 
here, 
like 
a 
normal 
groom 
and 
groom 
kissing 
the 
broom
Thin 
and 
fat 
ladies 
are 
claimed 
to 
be 
the 
ones 
leaving 
all 
the 
putrid 
odour 
in 
the 
room
Ladies 
get 
ambushed 
in 
broad 
daylight-
Where 
guns 
bark 
in 
the 
streets 
every 
time 
there's 
a 
fight-
Why 
we 
got 
to 
let 
fake 
policemen 
rape 
our 
sisters 
I 
don't 
know-
But 
to 
the 
helping 
hand 
of 
slave 
driving 
governance 
we 
got 
to 
go-
Street 
kids 
bathe 
on 
watery 
stone 
to 
appear 
appeasing 
to 
the 
masses-
The 
streets 
are 
very 
judgmental,blinding 
our 
visions 
like 
zombie 
classes-
Those 
with 
HIV/
AIDS 
are 
a 
stigma 
only 
to 
the 
rapist 
minded 
pervert-
You 
might 
get 
beaten 
any 
time 
for 
not 
being 
a 
drunk 
convert-
Many 
here 
lived 
and 
also 
died-
And 
now 
with 
their 
decaying 
bodies,the 
earth 
is 
satisfied.