(Naughty Poems) The Man In The Street
I am screaming
At the man in the street
I am warning him that there
Are others out there who have
The money who can deceive you
To make you worse than you are or
Make you the princess who gladdens
Our long suffering eyesights
I am hammering sense into the hard
Of hearing brother in the streets
I am reasoning with him
To take more care of your interests
And the welfare of the kids
I am warning him to spend less
Hours in the brothels and sacrifice
More and more quality time with
Their mother and the children he
Has pleasurably and with the law
On his side... duly sired
I am talking to the man
In the highest office in the land
I am instructing him to tell
The lawmakers to make it an offense
To they that have made it possible that
There should be such huge disparities
In the salaries of the workers
And the do nothing managers
I am talking more and more
To the girls and the boys of school
Going age.I am warning them of the dire
Consequences that await them in the world
Of the adult if they don't get enough
Education if they experiment with drugs
If they sleep around to be teen mums
I am talking boastfully
To the man in the immaculate office
I am threatening to expose him
To the gutter journalists who will haul
Him to the court of public opinion
And they will convict him and summarily
Send him to the jail of eternal ridicule
And condemnation if he doesn't stop
Extorting the odd bribe from the long
Suffering man in the street.S'true's God
Yuh canna quote me before the reverend
About that on mi pain of death
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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