Oh Nekede

A grevious ghetto. Young and old live A fearful avenue to freshers, A non-grid lock area, Where the young guile people. Smokes in the air but no fire, Hard drugs serves as food, Haemophiliac men on the streets, No halycon days of the youth, Half caste children populates Sodom and Gomorrah now In nekede! Girls on the streets, With their dwangling breast, To sell their already sold dignity, To young men who sees it As their duty to buy it, Just with almost no token. Parental advice untraceable In their psychopathic brain They are lords of their own, It is written on the wall boldly, A HARBINGER, A good place for war is there Two sided humans stay in nekede, The wise men and the jeuw men, Wise men keep getting wiser and Jeuw men keep getting foolish Wise men are not save, Claiming to be owners of the road, The jeuw are free men, Move freely on the street. Wise men die daily and the fortunate Await death though on the race. In other not to miss the grace, Could this be an herald trace? The jeuw jeer at the wise ones, Death tolls. Tears roll. The fathers of nekedians weep Even in the grave, Has evil not stayed its welcome? And the area ripe for judgement? But who will be the judge? We wait for such a day