Ghetto Voices (Rasta poem)
This is a rastafarian poem that calls out for hope and change for the ghettos. The language used is Pathwa and Pidgin. Read the poem below.
If dem born you dark, Halla me!
Rasta unleashed
Ghetto voices lead
It's hell out dere
No one really cares
All we want is peace to reign
This pain no suppose dey
Everywhere meh look
All me a see na tragedy
No one fit color us from this hook
What I loathe more is the falsity
Rasta is beautiful, noone send a provision
Me a tell da politician
He say me a send out an invitation
But first we yard need a renovation
Ghetto children hands in chains
All we a see na blood and the story of cain
Rasta livin'n fear
Even in our silence, jah please hear
Our dreams de locked, we nor fit find da keys
Dem government still dey look us like say we thief
People wey suppose watch our back
Too busy stabbing and that's a fact
All the good guys dor join gang
Everywhere scatter, bullets hit bang bang
No lights, no rights
Come, take us out of this toxic sight
Hear us out, give our dreams a rewrite
Ghetto voices, our minds gone insane
All dem tell us na say future no dey
E nor easy for here
No one's coming to our aid
I believe our voices would be heard
Where is our moses, we are tired of being held
All we ah see, na new beginning
And end to the suffering and jeopardy, we can't wait to start winning
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