Durban at Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem "Durban at Night" is about the darkness of the city, crime, lies and Human Rights. The writer [Bream Zaza] wanted to view both sides, good and bad of living in Durban.

Submitted: November 02, 2016

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Submitted: November 02, 2016

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I can sense a bit of freedom at last.
Hoping it may long last.
My uncle said we are living a meaningless life.
Where we lack control of our brothers.
He said freedom is none without wisdom.
He said freedom is full of drugs, lies and Rights.
God himself created us to rule not to loose.
To do good for the rest of our lives.
Today i picture Durban as an image of stars.
Where Street-kids feel safe below those street-light.
I normal hear no sound at all, at night.
But only those night riders who protect the town.
To avoid those who steal to avoid tax.
An old chap told me that crime is the only successful business in here.
But it was hard for me to believe the fact.
I normal hear no sound at night.
But those University girls, screaming aloud with fear inside.
They end up selling their bodies for money.
Dating older people, instead of studying.
Most of them come from far places.
They fall pregnant and leave education.
SMG was right, we are living a meaningless life.
I can now sense the end at last.
Hoping this may not last.


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