Tear Gas Ticket
TEAR GAS TICKET
Gotta get home.
Comin' on night.
Notta time to roam.
Air tastin' fight.
Me, jump on a ride--
toward my town.
Tout, he says with pride--
‘Best bus around’
Next guy says to me
‘Drivers start strike--
We just have to see
What this ride’s like.’
Strikers kiss their stones
To Throw them straight.
'God please get me home--
It's gettin' on late.'
white gal slinks down
covers her face
she's just like me
needs a hidin' place
Strikers kiss their rocks.
Wounded bus jolts.
Me, I worry clocks
While street revolts.
Army trucks here--
Green pour out.
Driver looks scared,
So does tout.
Pop and pop again--
Know that sound.
Tear gas kiss eye
Tanks rumble ground.
Safe inside the bus--
white gal and me,
Stink kills all the fuss
And home goes we!
NOTE: tout (rhymes with out) is the bus conductor--his job is to hawk until bus is full
PLACE: Nairobi, Kenya 11/28/2012 during political unrest before elections
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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