Bus Ride
met a Roman in local bus,
his name he said was Spartacus,
smiling he then asked me my name
he said I was of Godly fame!
we bore names of two epic men
two who fought wars with thousands then,
time, history has hurried since,
He was no warrior, me no Prince!
tried to picture him armour, sword,
riding a horse on roman road,
I soon put out my erring thought,
closed the chapter when Romans fought!
he wore a tie with polished shoes,
leather briefcase, his hair cut loose,
He was rep for a London firm,
He looked young refined and handsome!
he paid tribute to doctor’s role,
talked of Covid and lives it stole,
two men that day sat side by side,
brought together by a bus ride!
how our social terrains do change!
we have friends now from a wide range,
religions, colours don’t matter,
God makes us from the same batter!
Written 17/07/2021
Honourable mention
Critical Race Theory contest
Anthony Biaanco sponsored
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