Love On The Streets

Decided to write a poem from what i see everyday on the street..

Filthy and dusty
Dull and smelly
Heat and rain
Day and night
Sad and mourn
At the pit-trap cities
You smiled, covering the sweat that fell from your head
Your life is a gift
But it does not deserve to be called a blessing

The town is a busy, bustling city
What's the point of having a rich life?
Or pockets full of delights
When your neighbor is not even real,
Even someone in your bed or in the next room
Door to door
Window to window
The road to the road
More people but less humanity

They are just like rats and cockroaches in their eyes
Wandering around looking for affection
In the middle of the greedy and cruel town
Love of money and possessions and wealth
Eyes are blind for gold
Diamond and silver

They shout
Cries are their voice
And their song is their hope and prayer
'We also reserve the right to be here'
Shouting over backwards
But not heard

Gratitude is still there, despite struggling to live
Nausea hear the people in the hills
Cry over a broken tip of their nail
Wondered
This is their life?
This is our life?

Satisfied with a spoonful of rice on their right hand
And a cup of water on their left hand
When their lover and their babies
Queuing for mercy on the sidewalk
People were blind
Not their eyes
But heart
Haughty and arrogant
Not to stab the needle into their temples
But suppose they know
Some hope to live longer in the desert
When others give up on the floor of the diamond ...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[anne]

Very deep and true.
I loved this.

[Kezia Hanaleigh]

Thank you so much, glad u like it :)