The Street Life by Caleb Ugbo

The bells of freedom
to which we lost our wisdom
Like a woman’s bum
where freemen stare dumb.

Blindly we walk,
through echoes of windy talks
beside dispute and mock,
where angry guns cock.

There, we freely meet
with years, digging our own pit
where bloody rivers sit
flowing down on six feet.

To promise of freedom, we hail
but to chains of the street, we fail

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