An innocent soul parading the streets of polluted minds
Hawking about sweet maize
At an age for wisdom and want
With no morals nor mortals;
I watch her moves in pains
And she breaks a cord of maize
To feed her hungry tummy,
But her hungry soul is unfed
By filthy and polluted morals of the streets;
Innocent but her future, unguided tongue begets dirty words
It's always a dirty talk who saves the street?
Is it the talk or action?
A little move makes the difference
And she lives happily in an unwanted and unknown tomorrow
And I live with the pain happy or not, to desire for a change!
Nice one, Jibo 8)
Thank you Bakangizo. Kwana biyu! ;D
Destitution of livings in Naija?