A grevious ghetto.
Young and old lives,
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 the area.

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 sleep with them,
Just with a token.

Parental advice untraceable In their characters,
They are lords of their own,
It is written on the wall boldly,
A HARBINGER,
A good place for war is here.

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 fortune Ones 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 rolls,
The fathers of nekede weep
In the grave,
The evils has over stayed its welcome,
And the area is ripe for judgement,
Who is the judge?
The stones of nekede is yet to be rolled.

Copyright © Victory Udochukwu Ferdinard | Year Posted 2017