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.

 

 

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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This is Part 2 – Caught in the Drain

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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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