Ghetto Pain

Roads narrowed by food sellers
Houses peeling and leaking
Children walking bare feet
With windowed garments
Women breaking their backs
As their husbands are hammering
Anvils into meals

Sirens are heard
A house is on fire
Shouts are heard
A purse has been snatched
A mother wails
A son has been shot
A daughter has been raped

When night falls
You hold your heart in your hands
A bullet may spray it anytime
Police and thugs are a family
Just in different uniforms

Stinking dumpsites
Burst sewers
Contaminated waters
Blinding illicit brews
Pregnant minors
Aborted babies blocking toilets
Fresh human dung on paths
Ghetto pain is becoming unbearable

 

 

 

About the Poet:
George Agak is a Kenyan who loves expression by pen. He considers poetry a tool to unravel some of the mysteries of nature. His first book, Nothing Underneath is set to be released in May 2017. George loves nature and writes much about its marvels, his poems; Never Alone, Marvel, Meditating by the River and Love in Cold November have been published in American Nature Journal, Avocet. You can Visit his blog www.georgeagak.wordpress.com  for of his work. 

 

 

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