SILENCE OF THE STREETS The streets no longer cry! It has become lonely and tranquil as a graveyard I miss the gathering of men round the table shouting, 'bring more bottles '. The ladies in their cliques telling the tales of Dennis The streets no longer cry! It is now like the tales of the moonlight like the tick tock the traffic light blinks Yet, motorist to horn at passersby who walk majestically on the high way We have become the shadow of ourselves The rich in their tents, having no location for their vacation and the masses hoping for a drop of water to quench their thirst Oh! how could I forget? The days we wished schools were over just to go home and eat well prepared dishes but now, we have eaten more than enough The streets no longer cry! Where all our market women who joyously awaits the 'morrow for a fresh sale? The streets no longer cry! At the sight of a child crossing the road with a ...