Fence

From behind the zinc fence she peered
Wondering what's on the streets of Kingston today
She lives in a world, best known to her kind
But ignorance of their circumstances is rampant

The Ghetto, mental or real
Their pain I cannot say I feel
But I know, its just not the same
Across the entire society

They are different, but are they really?
Are they products of their circumstances?
Or masters of their destiny?
Could it one day change?

Ann @ 2004