Callous Humans
the bus coughed twice and cursed once
he was indisposed, yeah he really was
for fifty-five years he always gave his best
why can't these callous humans grant him a deserved rest
he was once the pride of a Caucasian farmer
then, he was treated nicely and even pampered
he was routinely bathed twice a day
he never gets the luxury of a decent wash these days
many years ago, he was brought to Africa
and ever since, his greatest wish is to be wheeled to the undertaker
the scorching heat guaranteed unending daytime fever
and when it rained he was forced to swim the newly formed rivers
his limit used to be a dozen human at maximum
now he's forced to take two score at minimum
the roads are an archeologist's envy, his limbs are always sore
he's become dead to smell not after four decades of those odour
he also functions as a garbage can and sometimes as a toilet
and occasionally when it's dark and cold , he becomes a moving
brothel
he’s undergone countless plastic surgeries, his maker will not place him
his due day off on Sabbath day still remains a pipe dream
his trademark scars are tell tale signs of gory encounters with the cop's
nightmares
and whenever dusk approaches, he becomes numb with fear
the incessant traffic jam, makes him crawl like a toddler
it hurts when he looks around and sees even older brothers
whenever he gets the chance, he never fails to mention
that like his human counterparts he deserves retirement and pension
Copyright © Obinna Ezeike | Year Posted 2007
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