A Thousand Miles An Hour
A thousand miles an hour
This fete a break through
I scan the speedometer, inset odometer
Stuck in the traffic Jam a thousand, without a move
I wonder!
Fellow citizen passes on wheel chair
A thousand far cry shy
Overtaking treacherously
Counting his steps is staccato
He stops and wonders, boss
Sorry, he muses, poor boy, he mutters
The Jam’s got to take another thousand
And I stare at the speedometer
A thousand miles an hour
The break through.
Copyright © Peter Onyancha | Year Posted 2013
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