Naked youths move this way
Contempt for life written all over their faces
Reasoning with sand, sun and seasons
Showing no contempt for God
Clinging onto unseen will-o-the wisp (hope)
Life is one tribulation and lamentation
A child is born,
And the mother cries for its well-being
Not an iota of the future is seen
Contrast others, seeking insemination.
Insensate insatiable nymphomaniacs
Seeking pleasure at every expense
The child grows up into a kleptomaniac
Innumerable innuendo levelled against the ghetto
An insane relic issues an order of manslaughter
Heading no where fighting no one.
20th July, 2006