At the filling station,
White and black smoke
Attempts to make us choke
Rims kept spinning around
Heading to where hush sound
The birds sang, horns buzz
Insane walked free, sane squeeze
Queuing, suddenly saying bye
Seconds pass, others passed by
Young and old breath trooped in
For all sort of tanks refill
All colors present blended as one
Underneath the dark light
Where canopies made a shade
No man or woman had a blade
‘Buy my own, buy from me please‘
Many screamed, for hustle to ease
Some were smiling, others worried
But kept drinking and eating
Off the pocket for the items
They purchased, for desires
No apartheid, no damn favor
The doubled woman and working men
Sweat in pain for reward of labor
No one brought out divine crosses
Or craving ivory yet salvation
Lived in peace, with no bruises
Far beyond visible tribal marks
Two things we all had in common
Was to live and earn, as an atom.
Great work Vinz
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Another good one Vinz
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And i appreciate you.
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