Ghetto

the ghetto,
nothing bright,
black oily soils to walk on,
ashes and coal,
those plastic litters join,
noisy mouthy women,
in their gossip modes,
kids mucus dripping,
faces unwashed,
tin houses,
rusty sheets,
falling timber,
the forest we know know,
smoke,
the hustle gets on,
everybody busy gets,
dancing to econimic chants,
shouting and yelling,
all in the name of national building,
tired whores getting home,
a rough working hours may have had,
their worn out faces,
sleepless a nights spent,
exhausted you may say,
just a duty serving,
nation building,
lads after souped up psvs run,
begging cents,
a meal to have,
a saviour at the fall of the sun,
and we at the 'base' sit,
watching the world run,
sipping flavoured waters,
chewing a Merian export,
our lungs destroying,
a white mans' smoke blowing,
now a killer be,
watching machines take the road,
those who have drive by,
those without walk on,
two worlds in one,
so we sit,
watch time fly by,
awaiting that sunset,
the end,
just another day in the ghetto,



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