You at the roundabout
Keep your place
Don't get in my face
This is not a race.
That it's my turn,
means nothing to you,
you jump the queue,
Tell me why you do?
It's my turn you know
How dare you let it pass,
You don't see me
I'm here you know.
Right in front of your face
Yet you still take my place
As if I don't exist
But I do.
I am here in this place
Right in front of your nose
I have the right of way
Yet you move in anyway.
I want my turn
I don't want to be ignored
I want you to see me……and
Play fair
Is it too much to ask
To be given some respect
To be given some consideration
To be acknowledged as present here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is full of very uncouth people.The truths in your poem are said with a brilliant honesty that also hurts.We hope to live in a more humane world.Some day.Well done.Thanks