The Bus Conductor and the Passengers

The Bus Conductor and the Passengers

A Poem by Onyia-ota, Kingsley Chukwuebuka

'Give me my change; bus conductor!' Or....

The bus conductor and his passengers

She gave me a transport fare, mother in the house, It's true!
I must confess to all the monies that pocket is not empty.
How an amount walks out from my wallet
And jumps into your hand is not confusion.
The bus conductor, isn't this that money on your hand?
And you say, I've not paid you.
You held a lot of change in the cell of your palm; yet they escaped
Without being unnoticed not to you whose eye is fixed on the money, excessively.

How could you accuse me that I'm not innocent of who you're
accusing is bird of the folk-tale of the past ancestors. If you claim to
be tortoise, your shell must be broken the day you'll fly to sky with
an empty stomach.

Tell your passengers your brain is not magnate.
Some how they'll understand how frail you are is the money, is not substitute.
And your shell must be broken into pieces if you make mistake
of un-justifying my innocency is wrong.

When your bus took me and gave me a seat; your passengers
were not blind. Their eyes were touch-light when your driver was
Starring without flashing the light of the interface. The speed never
Allows him move, while you are struggling with the door that held you hostage.
And you couldn't remember the amount that steals out
From your hand. Hahahah

Some left; they couldn't pay you. Ask them in the bus and prove
An innocency is born again.

© 2017 Onyia-ota, Kingsley Chukwuebuka

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there is a lot of that these days...people accused, and before trials or burden of proof is found..reputations are soiled...
really like the tortoise part, especially...


Posted 3 Years Ago

Onyia-ota, Kingsley Chukwuebuka

3 Years Ago

Thank you, sir. I appreciated.

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Added on October 31, 2017
Last Updated on October 31, 2017
Tags: confusion, money, change, smart, greed, honest, tumoil


Onyia-ota, Kingsley Chukwuebuka
Onyia-ota, Kingsley Chukwuebuka

Enugu, Eastern, Nigeria, Nigeria

A student, from University of Nigeria, Nsukka. In love with writing Poems, Short stories and Play and (Novel*) Note: Poetry can not be subjected to any single definition. We know, of course, ther.. more..