An Old Guard of Despair

An old guard in this city's dust,
trying to keep my uniform clean.
I'm trying to keep intruders away,
they say the city's filled of thieves.

Entrusted to watch this decay,
till it crumbles and perishes to ground.
I'm trying to keep it's walls in shape,
to prolong my days of earning.

The children of the adjacent block,
play their evenings with these walls.
I'm trying to keep their 'hide & seek' alive,
to prolong my days of longing.

Told to ward off offenders,
from misusing this piece of land.
I'm trying to stave off destiny,
to prolong my days of fonding.

James Long Street is filled with
buses, of all shapes plying survivors.
While both of us, are still, awaiting
for that bus which will take us home.