Sunday, September 26, 2010

My City


The feeling is great, with the finger around the trigger/
As the chamber empties you really think you’ve grown bigger/
The hapless figure writhes in pain as life from him slithers/
Forever to be missed by loved ones to whom only memories linger/
On you move looking for the next target terrorizing the hood/
When she appears from her late night job and stops at the site of the face in a hood/
Which without a second thought and with total disregard for bad and good/
Proceeds to violently abuse the very institution of motherhood/
Is this what civilization bequeathed to my city/
Cold blooded animals wielding guns and machetes/
Homeless urchins trying to make a buck/
The lost generation who never had the luck/
To know their parents and now abandoned and forgotten/
They have to survive, through means legal and illegal, to free themselves from the net that caught ‘em/
They are not our problem, we think as we pass around the ball/
Of the pitiful blame game and drop it as quickly as we get them like hot coal/
We frown at their lack of education, while it was our collective failure that they didn’t get one/
Others may have got it, but employment was just but a painful distant mirage/
The role models we could look up in the society are as corrupt as they come/
Their fuel guzzlers juxtaposed with the garbage heaps where the homeless set up camp/
They make laws that virtually criminalize every unemployed youth/
Regardless they never set up frameworks to cater for them after school/
The disillusioned plunge head on into crime/
The ill-advised quickest way to make a dime/
Their human feelings neutered as they get mired in grime/
Friends, neighbours, brothers turn into human savages/
And become uninvited shareholders in your hard earned monthly wages/
Then finally the police bullet with them catches up/
Felled with their positive energies completely untapped/
And we now celebrate the definite peaceful nights and sleep/
For the great gangster has been dispatched into eternal sleep/
We forget he was just but a stage in the vicious cycle/
For a more lethal dragon springs up and spreads its tentacles/
And the problem we thought we eliminated never seems to come to an end/
Foe how long are we going to kill our young people/
When we could have molded them when still young and supple/
And cared more about their future and not only when campaigning for political office/
But for posterity and responsibility to suffice/
Is investing in the youth so much to ask/
Is affordable education too difficult a task/
And so is with making employment opportunities not so scarce/
For sure crime doesn’t pay/
But someone has to lead the way/
The proverbial Moses to part the waters of the Red Sea/
And open the eyes of the youth and make then see/
I don’t have the faintest clue as to who that person is/
But a look into your mirror migt shed some light into this/

Ends…








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