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Little India
(Have you read the news today.)
Torn soles and ragged cloth
Pleading eyes and cupped palms
Savages, whispers a passerby
Yesterday's news tossed upon the floor
Torn, abused discarded
Torn
Sewerage seeping from stained gutters
Today's headlines, Killed, Slaughtered and Stolen
Traffic zooms by, ghettos blast
Cardboard boxes line the hard sidewalks
So I pass the many market tables
With bright plastic gods and fruit pyramids
Decor a la spray painted street walls
To the shrills of an old three-stringed guitar:
A blind man sings, O Sorrow My Africa
O Sorrow My Africa
O Sorrow My Africa
(Have you read the news today.)
And turn a corner, a few paces further,
To be courted by bright lights and window signs
Laughter and bustle, luminous doorways
Fronted by swept streets
Tall shiny buildings, pink and white soft serve ice-cream
(But, Have you read the news today.)
Yet another block and it's shattered crystal
A pool of sticky urine down a wall
A scarlet stain on a park bench near a
Smiling staring policeman
A staring policeman.
The wind shifts an airborne newspaper
Into a stained gutter
Torn, abused, discarded
Torn, abused, discarded
Torn
