These streets have been quiet for some years now
Even the dust that blows here is hesitant
The brick houses have inspired many a dream
In times not too long ago, when we tasted the whims of
childhood
The traveler that treaded here in years past
Had an earnest heart, an amenable soul
The lights were bright, the hues shining
Political messages scribbled on the walls,
An overlooked facet of a sparkling life
Outshined by the vendor parked in front of the wall
I remember well the hasty meals, the excited talk
A spring in our footsteps, a charming taste upon our tongues
I walk these streets again today
The vendor who treated us to many a meal
Lives like a hermit somewhere far away
The dreadful writings on the wall crawled under his feet
And swept away the tranquility and joy
I leave now with a heavy footstep,
A foul taste in my mouth
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