The Bus Shelter Called Black And White Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

I don’t know how I came to be called such a name
Why, what happened here?
I guess I had no choice and nobody knows and cares whether I like the name or not
I‘m dumb and mum
But I see many happenings which I never can tell anyone
Because I can’t, I’m dumb and mum

Nobody takes me serious except besmirching me with all sorts of garbage and raucous laughter
And for that I do not expect any pay
Nor for sheltering all and sundry

If I had the wherewithal I would do something about the litter
The raucous laughter and the anguish cry
I would do something with the robberies, the attacks in the dark and loss of life on my lap
I would report the crime to the police, go to court and be a witness to the crime
I would relish the luscious kisses of lovers and express my disgust at the rampant debauchery
I would laugh at the oblivious ………………… on the seat
I would express my disgust at the pissing and defecation nearby in the dark
I would appreciate the exhaust fumes of the passing cars that parries the excrete smell away
Lastly I wish I could write a book, it will be a best seller I guess
However it would remain fiction because nobody saw it except me alone

28 December 2013 NNkuna