Through The Back Door Poem by Lekan Malik

So long was the queue
Like that of an immeasurable python.
People waited impatiently
And their anxiety never ceased.
Up and down they looked,
Perspiration flowed aimlessly.
When the long luxury bus came,
Starting from the first,
Those at the middle hissed
And frowned vehemently
At the delay and sluggishness.
So they saw, the back door
Leading to the same comfort,
And that of money and power.
They rushed, through the back door.
Now the seats,
Occupied by their deceitful buttocks.
And they waved at others
With joy and elated spirits
Like that of a disturbed ocean.
Satisfactorily, they knew
That those seats
Were legitimately not theirs.
But they ascended them
Through cunning and manipulation.