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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXII - LXIII

			LXII

If ever I had a country with streets under graffiti
And if ever I were the Minister of Transport who travels about for free
I'd give a free ride to the Minister of Justice Home Secretary and the Chief Executice - yes, all three
To this township run by the waxworks looked-up to Caïd son of a refugee
To watch how I paint every allée rue boulevard and avenue with zebra-crossings down on my knee
To remind the Police the Pompiers de Paris politicos and motorists that the speed limit on the stripes is under thirty
That is, if ever I were the Minister of Transport who travels about doing nothing for free
And even if I nerver ever had no country with no streets under graffiti

			
				LXIII

IF ever I had a country with streets under graffiti
And if ever I were put in-charge of the traffic by the Transport Secretary
I'd tell the World that no-where else in the Universe(s) a migrant Tunisian speeding motorist can toss up and knock down an octogenarian pedestrian and get off scot-free
That is on a zebra-crossing at the entrance to a primary school right under a speed-limit signpost marked in red " 30 " thirty
Where the victim's heart shocked into arhythmic beat coped with cranial trauma multiple head-to-toe wounds fracture writhed in pain in the thick of winter in over an hour and a half's agony
First denied and later delayed for years Police and Fire-Brigade reports minimise the octogenarian's condition as a mere inconsequential injury
That is, if ever I were put in-charge of the traffic in this lawless over-migrant-run township territory
And even if I never ever had no country with no streets under graffiti

© T. Wignesan - Paris, September 7, 2018

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