NO HOPE IN TOWN

by Desma Winnie Wood on Thursday, February 2, 2012 at 6:04pm ·

This street was my everyday way
it kept me conscious of my day
that everyday something happens
to ignite a fallen spirit in me
was it the little child crying?










 Or the teenage mother trying?
I couldnt tell where my heart lay
but i knew that in both of them
there was no hope

this restaurant,my everyday eatery
it kept my teeth busy when jittery
that evryday we should strive to share
even if its the last of what we have
was it the shrugged boy with atin?








 Or the old dirty man in the bin?
I couldnt tell who needed me more
all i could understand is that
they had no hope

this house where i lived all seasons
autumn,summer,winter,spring for a reason
but my mind wasnt at peace at all
because i wasnt calm at all
was it the shanties i saw everyday home?







Or the homeless people so alone?
I couldnt tell who suffered more
but it was all in their eyes
there was no hope

in this town i lived all my life
many think it gives solutions to all strife
but i would beg to differ
i dont know what brings multitudes to town
is it the tall buildings,clean streets,parks?






Or the unexisted jobs,or just aname?
I dont know,maybe poverty is a new lifestyle
attracts less but finds many
because in town...
There is no hope