The Day of the Street

The Day of the Street

  The Day of the Street

Poverty the wolf

Howls in front of the doors

Illiteracy the darkness

Seen in the houses

Prostitution works in the street

Many eyes tied with tears

Lipstick shines in rosy color

Seducing evil clients.

“Calls come to the grief

Calls come to the grief”

Desires to flesh in a bed

With the sex, an illness

By “HIV” the virus

Sporadically crow over’s

To each cell and tissue fluid

Now in minds...

Failed to do away “the wolf”

Failed to do away “the darkness”

Red ribbons are flying

Red balloons are flying

The unknowing targets

Many kids are playing

It’s the RED STREET.