Posted by Njoku Chukwuemeka on
Fading in the fatigue of slumber
Thinned, groggy, sun-roasted
Dried fingers holding up rubber
Empty, cracked and dirt-crusted
Half closed eyes strain to see
If perhaps he cared to stretch an arm
He whose jeep hummed past like bee
Dirt splash only, just increased his harm.
Fading fast beyond the realm of life
Where man is believed to feel for same
Guts empty, he slumps, he joins his wife
Afore gone in the hit that left him lame.
Foul wind of his decay choke motorists pipe
Hope he wont spit, that did the hit and run.