Early Morning Journey Poem by Nim Lee
Early Morning Journey
The minibus drives through the damp darkness
Threading its way through the indifferent unmoving cows.
They have put their babies in the centre of the public road
And stand around them, slowly munching,
Staring with wide blank eyes at the approaching headlights.
Stupid faces, like masks
The face which is the most powerful weapon of the poor and powerless
Opposing the strong
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