STREET LIFE

STREET LIFE

You see them in motor parks, market squares and gambling houses
They constitute the bunch of what society calls "never do wells"
They are almost always drunk, violent and very lousy
You can identify them by their angry yells!

See them trading punches in public places
Like market women display their wares in open spaces
They engage in every social disorderly activity
And hold their heads up with pride and "integrity".

They'll tear at each other's throat with reckless abandon
And tell you they have no fear of reprimand or sanction
These ones family, friends and even the church have left to rot
Like Pontius Pilate in the Holy Book have they washed their hands clean from their blood.

The only immutable thing is change but even change will they not change
Oh! They change from bad to worse, worse to worst. I mean derange
They pilfer, steal, pickpocket and what-have-you
Fraud is their specialty. They are called 'yahoo yahoo'!

It is they whom corrupt men in the seat of power use to do their dirty jobs
They rely on dutch courage and get high and higher than rooftops
They command like a commando in a show of bravado
But forget that every man is a sojourn on Earth who must surely come and go.

Maybe it never occurs to them that they are a creature answerable to a creator
Probably they'll realize too soon that each breath was a favour
And this is not just for those living the street life
But to everyone who is married to an ill life.