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


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