Poets of Ghetto Streets


Poets of ghetto streets,
They are not poets at all,
Just a bunch of loose marauding louts
Whose heads are best un-kept;
They shout and foul the peaceful
Air awakening the end of time.

Poets of ghetto streets,
Can’t be poet for us!
Their manners stink
Their minds in kink
Of liquor and weeds
And staggering dance
They know not day or end.

Poets of ghetto streets,
Do they know the world at all?
They are ferocious men
Living dingy lives
And blame the world for their plight.

They are poets of ghetto streets,
How come they speak for all?

By: J.Ifeme



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