When Love Is Your Blanket Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In the cold streets of life
There is no tunnel of hope
Nor any ray of hope
It is the man made reality
Pushing people to the edge
"Survival of the fittest, " they say.
Deadlines and busy schedules
Are the order of the day
Idleness and unemployment
Hugs the youth
Poverty and diseases
Torment the poor
It is the geometry of suffering
Displayed on the faces of the people
Depression and other mental diseases
Nesting in their hearts
A perfect storm is brewing
On the street of life
Remember
When Love is your blanket
You shall not want
"Even though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
You will fear no evil, for you are with me;
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me" Psalm 23: 4