It's Raining Like A Clapping Crowd

It's raining on the cities It's raining on the fools It's raining because the children are crying And because young and old are dying. Streams have become rivers Which exhume bodies from the cemetery In the streets, it's chaos and confusion Where junks are intertwined with many fish. It's raining and everyone is crying Oh! There are many things that make me sick Politicians are strolling as customary Where the streets are full of filth and matters. To stay sane or composed, one has to select Some words with caution, as long as the reality Is putrid, morbid, toxic and wild. The stench Is everywhere. Children, young and old are petrified. It's raining and people are applauding In the cities live the hustlers and the pushers In the streets are walking the accomplices Why so many shenanigans and vices? It's raining on the cities It's raining on the docile Everyone is hungry And all things must end. Copyright © January 2018 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.