Traffic Jam Poem by akachukwu chukwuemeka ( akabeks)

Of the air,
A traffic jam,
Migrating to a fulfilling destination,
The birds making effort to build their nests,
Cluster into a warm survival of the fittest.

Of the land,
A traffic hold-up,
Shuffling, pushing, blocking one another
Round and round a confused path,
Beings attempt a blind pursuit of
Destiny unknown.

Of the sea,
Traffic…
As aquatics rush to feed on a prey
That has become a predator.

…traffic hold-ups,
The wind blowing, the
Sea waving,
Footsteps marching and tyres screeching,
Horn blaring, all but
A deceitful note,

Body scratch body very aggressively,
Bringing the journey to a fall.

…A halt of tomorrow,
Of visions and ambitions, of
Strength and determination…
A fall that keeps you behind all
If you allow it,
A traffic hold-up of destiny by envy and greed
But, you must not allow it.

©1999