I Can Feel The Pain Of Nebuchadnezzar Poem by Alvin Culzac

I can feel the pain of Nebuchadnezzar
For my journey across the land
was long and arduous.

And as I traversed life’s dangerous highways
I found that an empty vessel
was indeed a seedless grape.

My safety was never assured.
For I had transgressed against
all laws of the known Universe.

Yet, speaking individually, I was but a blip
but as part of the hoard I did motor at a clip.
Nitrogen and sulphur, carbon monoxide
these are slow poisons, surely not to be sniffed
but was I concerned? Not likely, I had some
pretty damn good gears to shift.

Carnage and the smell of death
was my constant companion.
Rubbernecking at other’s misfortunes
that was my dimension.

But however, herein lies the rub
the Gods had seen fit to inflict
delays and congestion.

Thus thwarting the combustion power
of one-hundred-million-horses
as they descend on the city-gates
from the urban.

The Elders and Leaders sit contritely
in sackcloth of Gucci and Armani.
They refused to listen to the cries of the people
as they demanded more space
And cheap fuel for their beasts.

They issued an edict thus:

‘The road from here to Kingdom-Come
Is neither paved with gold nor silver
rest assured someone will meddle,
if any of you people dare sit in your contraptions,
and put your foot down on your horse-peddle! ’