Ghetto life

Urine stenched streets

and foul smelling drains,

illuminated by the fluorescent glow,

broken down shops with metal shutters,

a messed up vision of life in the gutter,

foreboding buildings with shattered windows,

a warm muggy feel in the air hangs heavy,

old unserviced air conditioning units

clank and grind and add to the hum,

of over overhead cables and the noise of distant traffic,

it’s not a life that you would magic,

neon signs flicker advertising wares,

in a ghetto paradise where very few care

and life is so cheap so you better beware,

love is in short supply around here,

how can this be happening?

how can this exist?

in a world where some people have so much

yet these people living here have nothing,

not even hopes and dreams

at least that would be something

but a harsh life of scrimping for all you can get,

means surviving each day is the best

you can hope for in this dimly lit corner of hell,

with all it’s fouls smells and run down shops

and broken buildings, with it’s broken families inside,

should anyone be grateful to be alive?

in a place like this, where your forced to exist

in a beaten up run down gutter filled ghetto.

 

Image courtesy of Pinterest

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s