Conscience.....

The conscience of society dead
Propriety fades
Cause of mentality change

Fatalities great
Moms just pushing the dough
Grinding on the floor
Kids just looking for hope
but none in their scope
False be the language at home
And tired of their folk
So they step out on the street
Get drugs in their stream
Searching for the one with the light
To brighten their night
Cursed be the love of the streets
Bow down to the glitz
Pushing for acceptance they be
Thinking it's real
Shrinking from morality
It's profanity
The cloak that poisons the soul
And boasts of the shame
The pain that leads to the blame and a kid in the frame
Enthralled by the flash of the dough
She runs through the door
Now she's on kid number four
With nowhere to go
To feed her little ones so
Her back is on the floor
Caressed but stained to the core
Disease in her flow
AIDS be a couple of miles
The Reaper in her stride
Believe I'll be looking to the stars
My vision afar
A dream that once was alive
A dream from the start
Deceased like the look in her eyes
It's all in her mind

BY PETER ZOWA (ZIMBABWE)

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