The City Centra

The city centre,
Alcohol is like water,
Drugs are like medicine,
Mixed together they become
A recipe for destruction,
People stumble out of bars and clubs,
Vomiting everywhere,
Starting fights,
Bleeding while making blood spill,
It’s almost humorous when you have no connection…

But when you do have a connection…
You realise the stupidity of our country…

A friend to a lot of people
Was bottled for defending these friends,
He did not raise a finger in anger,
He did not even raise his voice,
But people go into the city centre
With the sole intention of making someone bleed,
Of making someone fall unconscious,
Once he and his friends were targeted
They didn’t have a chance,
In the end, he fell on his own…

But it has rocked those who are close to him…
Yet the penny won’t drop with the rest of the population…

Because all people want to do at the weekend
Is get ossified, get high or get low,
All they want is a release,
Yet far too many release themselves in the wrong way
And release someone else from their life in the process
Either temporarily or permanently,
These people take it upon themselves to spill others blood,
Being under the influence only has so much of an effect,
Mentally, they are ready to kill before touching a drop,
That means someone is already a dead person walking…

Being under the influence just gives them the physical courage to follow through…
This is a contradiction as following through is an act of cowardice…

This cowardice is rife throughout ‘our fair city’…
How does this make our city fair?

His bravery goes unnoticed by all except his nearest and dearest…
To those in the city centre, it’s just another fight…

To his nearest and dearest however…
Its potential ramifications mean so much more…