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God, Please let the bus come

As I paddle my feet through these sea of heads
Pushing through these ocean of human current
One thought comes to mind
What makes the human race thick?
What bind us together?
Is it race or religion?
Tongue or allegiance?
Here I am,
Sorrounded by sun burnt melanin skins
Each pushing for its own survival
Why the hell do I have to black?
"I must have whispered to myself
Maybe I did something terrible in a former life
Cos,this place is a parody for hell"
Caught between an altercation between a police woman and a street urchin
I narrowly escaped been shoved into the canal
To them I never existed
Solipsism...they just can't see pass their own call for blood
I waited at the bus stop for four hours
Standing there till the sun hid its face away from us
Then one man prayed, "God, please let the bus come"

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My comment is on the other poem with the same name and write,
Yours Ian.T

There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

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