and when i sat down-
down to examine their plight,
understand their right'
cite with sight,
how much of their right,-
is not their right

i came to an understanding-


"that-
the road on which they ride is not his
the bus they drive is not his
neither is it mine
the fuel running that bus is not his
neither is it mine
infact he has nothing atstake
yet
with is thatered clothes,
eyes redenned with alcohol,
lips blackenned by maurijuana,
chest bloated by bodybuilding,
stomach bloated with excess
and clenched fist,
he stands in front of these men-
these men that own the bus
and he declares with order-
OWO MI DA,