Do you see these chain-blocked houses?
Where a thousand dreamers die
The silhouettes of souls now broke
Within these rotten bricks reside
Fresh Poverty reverberates
And the system gesticulates
A chorus of dogs bark panic in the night
Dawn never wakes
Its night every day
Kids don't grow up
They grow sideways
the patterns the same
in this trashcan game
where everyone walks
the jungle street talk
Shaded Windows are just ears
That broadcasts a thousand priceless cries
Yellowed Walls secrete the secrets
Of neighbor's thoughts and backdoor lies
It's a soap opera ghetto
Where Sodom still echoes
There's babies with no futures we come to eulogize
We talk
We chat
We pity patter
With waltzing banter
But we never
No, WE NEVER
…communicate….
I have witnessed this kind of place where a thousand dreamers die. Government agencies must create a scheme to alleviate the plight of these people.
A vivid and honest depiction of the life of people in the poverty stricken city. So poignant yet so true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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One of the social ills that must be given primordial attention. A brilliant write. Very discerning and incisive. Powerful poem. To my Poem List.