Long queues
Greet the people
Day by Day
Eagle eyes blinking
Vigil in the car
Night to morning
Morning to night
Praying for
The miracle spirit
To drop in our empty tanks
Gallons fly in the air
Men stagger like Robot to pump machine
When shall the messiah
Strike the rock
For the endless spirit to flow
Suffering and smiling
A part of black identity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Vigil in the car... The poet illustrates the long time motorists had to wait so as to buy fuel. It shows scarcity of fuel in an oil rich country like Nigeria.