The dawn comes lying to us all
It whispers untrue promises
Promises of hope and fairness
Promises of longevity and laughter
Promises of deceit.
For how can we explain the Hiluxes that come
With back open ready to carry those
That would come back no more

The day is bright and fair
But not so fair to the spilled blood
For where do we lay our blames?
At the feet of the careless drivers,
Or at the crushed ones with scattered body parts;
Foolish enough to believe in the day’s promise
Or do we shake our fists at the skies;
That whispers hope of a better tomorrow?

Another bloodied body for the Hilux
Filled with dead dreams and promises
Filled with mouths that sought to protest at the unfairness
Another one flung into the Hilux
Another horror to gaze at with gazes averted
Another graphic undignified picture for the media
Another tired drive to the mortuary
For tomorrow, they’ll yet be another one for the Hilux


Dedicated to those who have lost their lives on the road either as passengers or bystanders. May their souls rest in peace

looks like u just witnessed an accident scene

Nmeri17:
looks like u just witnessed an accident scene

Didn't witness any...nsuto akam ke abong ano? Blame Nairaland

Enoquin:


Didn't witness any...nsuto akam ke abong ano? Blame Nairaland

loooool...the inspiration ireghe nkanga nkanga. must have been forst hand

Nmeri17:
loooool...the inspiration ireghe nkanga nkanga. must have been forst hand

Abeg oh, na for where I wan see am first hand, for this small Uyo? It was the man that had half of his limbs torn from him at Awka Bridge posted on this Nairaland that did it for me

Enoquin:
The dawn comes lying to us all
It whispers untrue promises
Promises of hope and fairness
Promises of longevity and laughter
Promises of deceit.
For how can we explain the Hiluxes that come
With back open ready to carry those
That would come back no more

The day is bright and fair
But not so fair to the spilled blood
For where do we lay our blames?
At the feet of the careless drivers,
Or at the crushed ones with scattered body parts;
Foolish enough to believe in the day’s promise
Or do we shake our fists at the skies;
That whispers hope of a better tomorrow?

Another bloodied body for the Hilux
Filled with dead dreams and promises
Filled with mouths that sought to protest at the unfairness
Another one flung into the Hilux
Another horror to gaze at with gazes averted
Another graphic undignified picture for the media
Another tired drive to the mortuary
For tomorrow, they’ll yet be another one for the Hilux

Hmm... quite incredible!

boolet:

Hmm... quite incredible!

, perhaps you can tweak it for weeping rifles

Enoquin:


, perhaps you can tweak it for weeping rifles

Abi? U could be a co-author. . Weeping rifles is a novel.

boolet:

Abi? U could be a co-author. . Weeping rifles is a novel.

Ogbeni, imagination is everything.

Enoquin:


Ogbeni, imagination is everything.

Omidan, you are right.