Survival Of The Slickest Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Thousands of youth roam the streets
With bags full of empty smiles
And pockets full of empty promises
Foraging through the thick streets of life
Their hearts broken by these urban deserts
Only the slickest will survive

Hundreds of youth parade the streets
Their belt tightened with education
Yet they remain jobless
The strain in their faces
A sign of the hopelessness in their hearts
Only the slickest will survive

Thousands of youth staggers through the streets
A putrid smell following them
The rooting carcass of their educated minds
Overwhelming their emotional prowess
Overpowering their coping abilities
Drenched in a cocktail of drugs
Quenched by a dozen bottles of alcohol
They have abandoned the search
Broken beyond repair
Only the slickest will survive

Hundreds of youth puncture the streets
With their pointed cunning eyes
And protruding hunger
Perforating the streets
With their new found talents
Pickpocketing & burglary
Their only way of life