Ghetto Poem by Alufa Oke Joshua

Living the life of street
living the life of thugs
they have lost their
senses but can they really change
i wonder
some were born there
had their first life
in there
some had their first
kiss in there
some had leave half
of their life in there

Ghetto isn't for only
the poor or the rich
in there is like a place
were pride is lost
all men are equal
surviving in there is like
passing through military

many had leave and die in there
but yet birth has
increase in hunderd fold
taking the young-ones out
isn't the problem but
taking the ghetto out of
them is the problem
many great men and women
are from the ghetto
life isn't as tough
as you may think but its' all about
vision and mission