ESTRANGED

 

Estranged.

Ripped, torn apart,

Unloved, abandoned,

Dissected from nature's womb.

Severed from the Land of Loam

Sequestered from nature's richness

Into a temporal abundance of means

Masking the real penury of feelings

In changing fads and revealing fashion

On these streets of sheer wantonness.

Estranged.

Broken from Religion- into hypocrisy

Pained over real love: dark and free

That sailed in streams of pure passions

Alienated from warm families

Cast into the winter of their cruel humanities

Hanging from a noose of deception

Of perpetually grinding groins and animated moans

Fueled by Ecstasy and powder-induced emotions

On these streets of wanton lust.

 Estranged.

Frustrated over the metallica

Exhausted over the eternal buzz of traffic

Loud decibels of raw, stranded emotions

Wishing on a sound: different

In the music of vast Safaris

And the silent melodies of Rain-forests

Hoping to sleep in this despair

And wake in the heart of black Africa

Far away from these white streets.