Panic plungs in our heart every twilight
In the night fear grips us under our rooofs.
We partly faints from strange door knocks.
We only sleep with one ear awakened.
But evil attack us and take what belong to us with rage and furiousity.
Evil sweeps our street with stains of blood
No help for the helpless
Raping our innocent souls
The weak is stripped naked and emptied with nothing.
Those who retaliate are killed without sympathy.
Sound of riffle at every point
Robbing our hard earn penny
Leaving us with a lean purse.
Our toil wasted in a day
The night always look innocent
But we wake up only to realize it's violent.
Who will save us from this day robbery?
Blood on our street and everywhere
Who is coming to our aid
Our street is in a state of insecurity
So they attack without fear of arrest.
Innocent souls are dying and we just staring.
Women are being raped
Our able work force depleting each day.
We are lossing our properties daily
Owners only left empty and vulnerable
Our fat purse are made thin and empty.
Who is coming to our aid?
Is our cry not so loud to be heard?
Is our pain not so severe to see?
What any prove do you want again?
Haven't you seen blood on our street.?
Is that paint of blood not enough to make poignant art to your view.
Blood is always dripping from their butcher knifes.
Their axe has always ripped our flesh open though it was meant for wood.
Heavy clubs always break our neck with a strike.
I can't write more again
We can't say again
It always falls on deaf ears.
Our street is bloody
Scarlet as red and staining.
Who will come to our aid
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