PRESIDENTIAL MOTORCADE Poem by Julius Chingono
PRESIDENTIAL MOTORCADE
Masi, Jamu and I
wave our hands to the President.
The windows of his limo
are tinted
and are always closed.
The motorcade travels fast
but Masi and Jamu say
the President waves back.
We wave our hands
every time the motorcade passes
in the hope it will stop
to drop a coin.
But we hear
the chauffeur does not know
the 'Give-way' sign
nor the 'Stop' sign.
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