The Broken Street

The Broken Street by Shaan Ahmed

I walk by a street

A broken street

A Street where souls are consumed by greed and lust

A Street where evil is considered a must

Oh dear god

Why is that little girl scared and alone?

Didn’t you send her here to be a cyclone?

And tell me god

Why is that man a thief

It is a tragedy

All he wants to do is believe

God tell me

Who’s that woman with the long leggings?

She almost looks as if she’s begging

Cigarettes in her hand

Oh I wonder how she can still stand

I don’t know god why won’t you tell me

Who that boy is

The one that sits every day in that park

Just hoping he would find a love that’s born to last

Was he meant to live his entire life with a broken heart?

I know we messed up

I know we broke

I know we fought

And I know we barely spoke

But no more God

I do not want to live in this street

A Street where disaster is considered a treat

Oh God tell me you’re listening

Or are you beyond reasoning?

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sylver]

Gritty, touching, and poignant. Why indeed?