Inside A Slum Poem by David N. Munene

Inside a slum
There is no bump
But Traffic is awkwardly slow

But the traffic is awkwardly slow
Trench for road, throng like bees flow
Inside a slum

There is no bump
And drankards will anywhere slump
Into sleep on the trench

Into sleep on the trench
The zonked one speaks French
Inside a slum

I dare call it slum
But it is home for them
Inside a slum

Wares sold everywhere
Of live human without underwear
But it is home for them

Upgrade! Upgrade! Says the government
They start nowhere on involvement
In the slum

It no longer is a slum
There's life! It's a habitat
For human race inside a slum