Red-light

Born by the roads of an unsteady traffic

Just a traveler moving-on searching for an affix

Engines rolling, sandals wearing, hooves tearing

Maybe to get a rest; I think after the next flick;

Daytimes and nighttimes on these roads dwells tragic.

Going to good end no matter what

These halts and stops are not from

Riders and drivers overtaking like magic

But chance has refuse a so needed kick;

Time is wasted while waiting for the changing lights.

Born by the roads of wonderful frantic

Hurry… speed up to beat the traffic

Deprived by limits, green light just went off

Maybe to be back, I think next minute

Engines switched-off as tires here are still.

Going to good end with a full headlight

An awkward moment, the world at a halt

Competition is iced up, don’t bother to key in

Riders and drivers overtake not like magic

Stiller time runs as eyes gaze the red blink.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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