The Lady Of Street Poem by Adeosun Olamide

There was cry
There was birth
There was joy
And there was rite

There was growth
There was schooling
There was applauds
And there was partying

There was beauty
There was love
There was lust
And there was hatred

There was Him
There was reproof
There was drug (Dope)
And there was despair

There was street
There was man
There was rape
And there was child

There was cry
There was friend
There was pill
And there was abort

There was brothel
There was money
There was me
And there was AIDS (HIV)

There was home
There was mum
There was dad
And there was graveyard

There was tempest
There was grief
There was regret
And there was child

There was paleness
There was lone
There was prayer
And there was futile

There was lamp,
There was window,
There was flame
And there was breeze.

There was cloud,
There was curtain,
There was screeching
And there was moon.

There was wine,
There was scent,
There was bra,
And there was odor.

There was money,
There was jewelry,
There was laughter,
And there was blood.

There was pianoforte,
There was music solemn,
There was knife,
And there was knife.

There was rain,
There was cold,
There was child
And there was corpse.

There was me
There was coffin
There was earth
And there was worm

There was ghost
There was hell
There was regret
And there was end