The City And Rural Poem by Lesiba MrVersatile

The city and rural

MrVersatile Da YoungKing
14-03-18

Dark clouds
In the sunrise
Walks heavily
on the streets
Mirror mirror
Witnesses the fear
Windows glancing,
Curtains knows forsooth,
sans being pulled down or side to side.

Poles and walls speaking lingos,
Posters and the billboards screaming strong languages to the young ears,
Road to get rid of it issa thorn afterwards and onwards.
Bodies become lank,
She and he don't know what to do,
Breathing out like tornado spins,
Shame,   they don't know the path of wind, yet wanted to terminate the innocent soul.

Rhythm of the city and it's reflection sparkles no more,
Peace is vacuum cleaned, scandals saturated all over, like a scent of barbarism, heart so cracking up to nine pieces.
Mothers and fathers eat their own to protect their secret.
Emotions are mingled in the air, hang in there screaming and screaming,
Blood and tears of pain walks on the ground day and night.

Flowers are beautiful and so the life too,
birds values flowers and the tree for all they know that without 'em they will have nowhere to build nest to rest,
Life in the city and rural,
So bad not good,
Flats and mansion listening to the hooters hitters phaa, phaa
Every day and night,
Heart of the innocent sleeps and wakes up so scared.

On weekends different families mourns.
Witnesses the coffins being lowered
Congregation, families of the deceased singing,   senzeni na,
Yet find no answer.
Innocent people are killed intentionally,
Mother and sisters are being abused and raped,
Let us all be united
And love one another.

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Lesiba M
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