THE WOMB OF THE STREET

Suddenly the street develops a womb

Unlike humans, it delivers a dozen multiplied a million

At a go

All needing food, all needing clothing,

All needing care when money is rare

Suddenly the street with no money makes it her hobby

A hobby to produce without a care of their care

Who is their father?

It could be every man

But every man thinks not on the crowding on the street

Children she begets produce children who beget

While she has no intention of ceasing birth

My opinion;

The womb of the street is a pain to all

The womb of the street, my burden, your burden

The womb of the street needs tending

For the assurance of your meal, safety and national image

And that of mine.

    Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014