041410c Slow Smelly Journey Poem by Manonton Dalan

grim faces full of dust, no more seat left
salty sweat permeates from every known
body, passengers are pack like sardines
about ten of them standing between seats
no wonder when there's bus accident there are
at least few dozens casualty, oh! third world

i was standing besides a lady with wide brim
palm hat, she manage to read tattered paper
illustrated comics; i guess 'batman and robin'
probably that's how they learn english language
window is unheared of on this transportation
broken windshield is our natural air condition