Waiting In A Queue - Poem by Tony Adah
The sun is about down
And the weather is hot and humid
I am inside an American jeep limited
From the passenger side the rays are hot
And I'm just a car ahead to be under a flamboyant tree
It's like I'm a furnace attendant
But I'm in my country
Where we hit our chest, the greatest
Still hours I've been in a long queue
Waiting for gas
Where the earth here spews nothing but oil.
And where we spews nothing than sweat
Making sure our cars are filled.
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