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Mar 2019
I've been seeing
children breast feeding
their penurious newly borns
While poverty-stricken,
in the pit of their homes.
Others pursue death as their only hope.
It is hell i tell you,
These streets with charcoal
And gun smoke
drove my brothers and sisters
Into a deep dark hole,
where the cry of the lost
was never  heard,
both had no drivers license,
So they smashed on thick walls
during their way back
home.
so we held sermons
and praised, we even worshiped
with faith songs
To harmonies their souls.
_
****, and ****
only paved the way
to the crucial storms,
we woke up yesterday it eroded
the soul out of her,
I tried to perform CPR
on her senseless brain,
but she was too deep to rescue,
This long road leads to lucifer's door
But their smoked minds
knocked maybe twice, or even more.
they couldn't heed from
the morns
Of the demons behind those dark ghetto edges
holding marijuana and silver guns on the other hand,
they hallowed for a hand, but too bad
we were too scared
they were already dead.
Thando
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