My Dwelling Poem by raymond letsitsa

I dwell where heavens
once fell
The satan that went to hell
Now appear dressed in mini-skirts and bracelets as well
Government tries to dig a bullet hole in the social shell
We can't acknowledge your
Tyranus beasts if your witch has no spell
The Jack 'n Jill of the African
continent roll down the hills of satanism
Your witchcraft christianity
brainwash is modern day mysticism
You fear prayer life like the Jehova witness,
So stop giving me your gospel,
Your governor's a constant epidemic how he'd be blowing deseases out the nostril
The Haiti's of life strike men and women
down like a blow
The man of politics in shabby suits is a thief
Who likes to roll dice
Fathers in my city, rob their daughters
of their innocence on the
rocks like whiskey on ice
The friend who comes to you laughing is a traitor in disguise
When poverty hit the streets like a jab
Maintenance flies chill with kids
and dwell in their nose
Many of these townsmen sweat blood, and touch my sisters in the daytime, I suppose.