THE STREET LIFE

We are black naggers On the street full of beggars Life is hard, making most of us waggers Don’t forget most of us are twiggers So we hit the street, so our babies will feed A day sick, the household bleeds So we struggle with all kinds of breeds A few noble ones, the rest full of greed. At sunset, we rush home with our little vittle Though not enough, it's quite a mantle We would watch our babies guttle A sight that sometimes makes us tootle. We do this so our children won’t end up as street urchins Though sometimes we wished to be consumed in our sleep by griffins, Click here We will never give up, even in our pains For our children see us as paladins. By: Isaac Cobbinah Songs of Hope - Ink of De_Governor ✍🏿️ Melodies of the Heart
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SCREAMS FROM THE DARK (I)



(The Unknown Burden)
It’s 9pm
Moonlight shines through the street
The children have retired to bed
The maidens and the young men have paired up under palm trees and shady places
Father sits in his chair with his smoking pipe.
Puffing smoke into the cool air while thinking
Mother sits beside father with last card on her lap, putting her to sleep
Everything seems usual, as it should be.


It’s 9:30pm
Here am I—the wanderer
Returning from No Man’s Land.
I hear screeches from distant bushes
I hear screams from dark scenes
Like human voices
Like animal cries
I cannot decipher which is which
I am home at last
But the screams keep resonating.
These screams from the dark
What could it be?

It’s 10pm
All is quiet on the compound
Mom and Dad must have retired to bed also
Sleep has evaded me at last
I still hear the voices in my head
It screams and gets louder
I step outside
Screams come intermittently
I feel the screams are calling
Calling unto me by pulling
Pulling me hard, but I am resisting
These screams from the dark—
What could it be?

It’s 11pm
Faint voices can be heard from outside
Night insects singing choruses from the wayside
I begin to wander—
Which kind of screams pull me from the dark?
Skeletons from my own closet...?
Hidden desires locked in the basement...?
Buried secrets from the streets……?
Trapped souls yawning for light?
These screams from the dark—
What could it be?

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By: Isaac Cobbinah
Heart of Words
Ink of De_Governor✍🏾
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