Slum City

Slum City I The hobo scratches at his remaining cents the rich man counts his million made I just waste away waiting to get paid salaries spent on cigarettes and cheap wine the junkie begs for another fix feeling free in his burning palace of sticks I listen to your hatred, kaffirs this and blacks that you are just another worn out cokehead searching fora warm willing bed. Fuck off! You throw back from the past keep your bigotry to yourself your hatred cannot last! I for one believe in inner wealth it is all that ensures my mental health We all have our share, our share In creating slum city Sodom is for sale in the streets by all the worn out faces keeping their parade places. The bar in the center of town is where I waste my salary away listening to the violent man say how he beat down another gay. smelling the pretty girls in their perfume of pretence the mystic in me understands your pain however, the human in me hates all of you in vain we all live in slum city trying so hard to get away from all the misery and the pain from each other and ourselves “Love is the only cure love is the only way love cannot be owned or concealed love is free; love is free in slum city the love the sea has for the shore the love the nun has for the poor the lost love of a whore” II I trudge through these empty city streets with magic in my mind hoping for another soul to find the streets of slum city are drenched, with the blood of Christ Jesus was crucified not far from my house he was crucified against a telephone pole by the violent man, he came to save the pretty pretence could not help but offer him old wine he was guilty by associating with junkies and whores by loving the gays and the blacks by turning his check to the barman’s fist his sermon on bunkers hill about the love that can save our kind was never given any mind just another idealist in faded jeans tired of these violent scenes he said that love was the only way love was the only way to a bright new day he took me by the hand and lead me to the lookout, telling me that one day all these lights will burn for love I want to believe the idealist in blue jeans for I too am tired of these violent scenes Tired of seeing the hobo with nothing to eat, tired of seeing the junkies needles by my feet, tired of police brutality framed in shards of glass, tired of the girl starved cause’ she is not good enough, tired of the man that hides his pain by acting tough. He told me that it has to be this way, I too will suffer the hate directed at the other insecurities projected onto another please friend, you are just my brother you are beautiful as you are my sister III I live in slum city this is where I choose to stay amongst the junkie and the beaten gay the air might not be clean but it is free the air is free; the air is free in slum city love in slum city belongs to the worn out whore love belongs to the broken heart love belongs to the hobo in his shopping cart I still remember the day, the idealist in blue jeans was taken away. I told him that nothing was holy nothing was holy not here in slum city, not the money of the rich nor the despair of the hungry poor he looked me in the eyes and told me everything was holy everything IS holy here here in slum city the heroin of the hooked the anger of the violent man was as beautiful as the new dawn I Judas, betrayed by my own feelings gave him a kiss The violent homophobe fell on him later that night and that was the end of the light. for no man can differ from the norm white skin strong and never ever wrong no crying or sincerity ever to be heard all have decrees, jobs and wives they call birds friends to fight with, drugs to fly with But I am free; I am free I am free in slum city I believe in the word of a prophet a prophet that said love will prevail love will save us all from the pain of our own making he was the rainstorm that washed the dirt from my eyes allowing me to see that we can be free we can be free even in slum city Forever will I remember the words spoken to me that night “Love is the only command; love your neighbour love yourself love your enemy” Love…