The Crying Car Poem by Jasmine Fafanyo Awagah

A number of four
Walking a distance they have always walked before
It was getting dark
SO as cars on their own they had to park
It was at Cantoments
A town which has gained all the respects
The four stood to wait for a faster ride
And there it came with Pride
It was real but seemed to be blur
Ruth just left but wasn't afar
Amanda was scared
Ike was puzzled
Abraham was amazed
but me, it was a good idea
It seemed to craw but wouldn't give up
It is the source finance to the driver
The conductor was its cheer leader
and whose votes did they want?
It was us
I said yes
and they all did
Then it stopped by us in tears
whether they were for sorrow or joy, we couldn't tell
The water dropping from the engine of this 'trotro'
is still a mystery
What I learnt, Never give up
Just like The Crying Car, The green 'trotro',