The streets are busy <br /> <br />Unlike those days of yore <br /> <br />The girls are roaming in pants <br /> <br />Unlike our mothers married. <br /> <br />The churches are full today <br /> <br />But all sinners lie alike <br /> <br />And the clergy used to it. <br /> <br />The club sing church song <br /> <br />The church sing and dance disco <br /> <br />Satan holding bibles <br /> <br />Clergy men carrying voodoo <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The ladies tear their skirts <br /> <br />The women lure with their eyes <br /> <br />The pant is always white <br /> <br />Covering hell in the lap <br /> <br />Many a man falling deep <br /> <br />And the clergy love it so <br /> <br />The schools have become hotels <br /> <br />The hotels are homes of widows <br /> <br />The king no longer sees <br /> <br />All the ills in the land. <br /> <br />Men are driven to robbery <br /> <br />When they wait in vain for good <br /> <br />All prefer to live in streets <br /> <br />Coming home is a sin <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Today is different from that past <br /> <br />Today money is a god <br /> <br />And men serve it with their flesh <br /> <br />Today moral men are silenced <br /> <br />Today evil men are increased <br /> <br />We saw yesterday <br /> <br />Our today is bad <br /> <br />We are afraid of tomorrow.<br /><br />macaulay akinbami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evil-streets/
