O’er Chinese roads and underpasses
We all converge in classes
Basking in bodily grease and political sludge
Watching the sky and waiting for the tide to bulge
Toyota, Nissan, PSV…matatus vroom past
Dust and smoke, like a bomb blast
Reawakens the sleeping contagions
Cough! Cough!
Sneeze! Ouch! Wipe off!
We tread along, balancing on slanting soles
Hoping for good tidings to appease lorn souls
As the moon calls the sun to sleep
We slither into our holes to weep
For dreams unmet and unconsummated promises
Like Thomases
Dreams of tomorrow thwarting today die unsung
In these places…our homes
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