A NIGHT IN DEVIL STREETA Poem by Dryford ChimutuSexuality, minority rights and economic hardships.It’s late afternoon on a weekday of summer 1999 along the so-called Devil Street: By dusk all the shops along this street shall put up the shutters whilst the darkness-filled corridors with drones shall swarm; queuing up for the makeshift hives. Peddlers in mini-wings at the doorways shall gesture and so, some hive-goers shall get lured Halfway down the unlit boulevard, the street’s grandest honeycomb shall spring to life whose insides the darkness shall fill and a reek of dirt and pollen linger. By mid-night those trees’ feet with used latex and smoker’s butts shall get littered, as if were infested with the apiarist's casualties that's a night in Devil Street In those apertures all the transoms shall get boarded-up and dim candle lights a hospital-like glow give another load shedding! A dozen gal-bees on those dirty benches shall get seated whilst some solicitors nearby shall stand, ogling them. An average rate of two and a half dollars shall be levied; but the gals will be lucky if a fifth of the fee they shall see many in lifelong debt to the landlords and pimps shall get trapped The hard truth of life in Devil Street so hard! A night in Devil Street.
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