In the street there is a liquor den
Every evening till late
nights
You can see stumbling men!
Swaying men from one side to
other
For straight walking people
Pose nerve racking bother!
Young women returning from
workplace
Obscene comments, lewd songs
Often have to face
For him born from a respectable
root
It was too much to bear
He couldn’t remain mute
Against the den he raised his
voice
Call him a prophet or a
crusader cool
As a responsible citizen it
was the choice
No one likes his faults to be
told
No one likes to be corrected
The young man was brave and
bold
The den keeper gathered his
gangs
Pulled the young prophet out
Silenced him with bricks and
bangs
The killers today were
sentenced to death
By a court of justice wise
Robbers of breath with pay
with their breath!
Xavier Bage
Wed, April 20, 2016
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