Caught in the Drain
Caught
in the Drain
I was so annoyed by
what I saw and so exhausted by the experience that I found myself commenting in
poetry. I actually tamed my words and didn’t flow the way I was feeling. It
might have been inappropriate for public viewing. Don’t get me wrong, I never
get obscene, but I might start sounding very unpatriotic, at least where many
are concerned.
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No, not me, not again Out on the road in all that rain The trip to the airport had many detours I had spent the last 2 years mostly indoors Nothing in my past could have prepared me This trip had become an impossible safari Holes full of water were the walkers’ nightmare Evading splashes from drivers showing no care Ruining their shoes in the many potholes After the water invaded their inner soles I cannot believe what a few minutes can do Nor do I believe the Ministry has a clue Airport to Oistins is an awful shame Government has only itself to blame Authorizing flyovers costing mega money Instead of correcting our drainage anomaly No, not me, not in the rain again Watch as our values get caught
in the drain |
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BajanPoetry . |
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Out in the rain revealed to me Ugliness in our society Rivers caused by meager drops Vehicles cluttered into dead stops A few bus stops offered shelter Lots more though had no cover Uncaring drivers drenched folks with splash Evasive boulders placed almost caused a crash Some pedestrians in the centre of the road Getting indifferent to the street code Everyone threw their values out This rain gave them the urge to shout Caused values to be washed away And now in the gutters where they’ll stay Ugliness of an anomaly Got revealed also today to me Highways requiring serious repair Taking second place to flyovers elsewhere It would take fewer dollars to serve the masses Not the megabucks serving the upper classes Today there was an unusual downpour How could I carry on as before? Each day it rains I shall never forget Drivers and walkers raging in the wet Road diversions and lane barricades All a part of political charades I’m not expecting things to be
ever okay Not after the revelation of a rainy day |




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