This street has never inspired me,
to write.
Not a thought of what's right.
To write.
Aside the traffic lights,
ahead and red tail lights.
Reflecting the boredom on our faces.
But of course, these bushwhacked souls don't need nothing,
But the comfort of the warmth of their beds;
A wife to cuddle and child to laugh with.
And a husband to hold.
O' green, do get us home.
After a whole day of drudgery,
With no moment pause for a stretch.
SEBASTIAN ASUEM
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