by Francis Awinda
Published on: Aug 8, 2005
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Type: Poetry

Its 3.AM in my town
a big loud bang,
screaming and barking of dogs,
burglars have struck again
they will do it again tomorrow,
aftermath is rather astounding.

Two people injured
a girl raped in front of the family.
This is my town in normal days
Tried community police, what?
The vigilante groups,
mockery to the hardcore gangs!


Police station far?
Yes half kilometre!
Land rover can’t run
No fuel for shanty town
its in accessible
We’ve built houses
in every square inch

Narrow streets
Dotted shebeens strive
to while away our miseries
malnutrition fathoms
incoherent tunes,
from drunkards
scuttles alley cats

Stark reality
violent face of
poverty a kaleidoscope
of misery and sorrow
in my shanty town


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