A Ghetto Lane
An indignant ewe wrestles A randy ram, a cock rapes A reluctant hen, an old man Gropes a minor's crotch; It's evening on a ghetto lane - Hawkers slowly return to roost. Nightfall is a wakeup call, Darkness a friend to all ; Who knows, it might rapture Tonight, but there's lust in every Vein, every tongue craves a hotter Drink, haven comes here every night. In a darker end is a lone voice, Lewd lyrics crooned, an Angel's Tone. Someday the world will sing Along - not all bad on ghetto lanes. © Jude Ifeme