Under the national treasures, they scramble for seats,
Selfishness solemnly from the wrinkled faces drips.
Do they speak our words or the words of Japanese Jeeps
When poverty and insecurity on our foreheads firmly sits?
Copyright © Joseph Osita | Year Posted 2011
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