Are you too over the wall?

Are you in too deep to hear?

Hear me scream the doctrine of hope?

Sickly children on single mothers back

Coitus odour airborne

Empty glasses, empty pots

Only religion and greetings are ubiquities

Human dung, baby dung and filth surround you

Wires called radios, coloured water termed fruit juice

Claustrophobic spaces dubbed abodes

 Your dank pit is not life

Hear me speak

Of sausages, sandwiches and stereos

Of omelettes, mayonnaise and chocolate

Of high school, private school and beaches

Rolling balls, popping champagne at rocking parties

One ghetto house equals one room

What eats the dog, you can only dream of

That’s life, yours is poverty

You can live the dream

If you sing, scream

You got to get over the fence

Start by starting