Peace Okhomina

(1995 / Nigeria)

Streets Of Agony


Day light has ended
The moon took advantage
The streets are cleared
But the homeless remain
Out in the street
With out stretched ares
Holding out their bows
Awaiting passersby
Like the wind
The wheels of vehicles
Speed pass them
Some dropp a Penni
Some dropp nothing
Like an animal
Tired to a tree
Their movement is limited
Unable to finish
What they started
Like outcast or worst
But still
They have hope for tomorrow
That is why they
come out everyday
To struggle
Denied of their rights
Denied of justice
Being abused by the authorities
Their future is blur
But still
They wait to see
What it hold for them
Still they wait in the
Street of agony
For an unsure future.

Submitted: Monday, September 03, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, September 04, 2012
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dedicated to the homeless and less privilege

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