Ukaonu Doris Obianuju
Out of my way..he yells,
Clear the road..he pleads,
He races with time who seems ahead.
He is nothing but a slave to mans destination.
Thus manipulating the brakes to his taste.
Like one locked in a game of death.
Vying the road with beings of his kind,
He tosses and turns the vehicle at whim.
His avaricious passion for the note,