I smell decadence in the street
Corruption like blood has been spilled
The air is so tense
Can you feel......?
What anguish! Mother Nature weeps
Faces are hollow, eyes shift
Footsteps are whispered
See......shufflers shuffle along
Sweeping pockets for pins
I see decadence in the street
I hurt because it makes me weep
I cannot don a mask
Ignore the remarks on the faces of people I see
'Tried and failed'
'Lost it all'
I feel decadence in the street
Will someone please listen to me
We cannot go on
With a play upon words
We create just to soothe our own needs
Omo Okolo copyright reserved 1998