The Road Business Poem by Nelson Enemuo

Many are on the road
Some drive, others walk
Some are driven, others are wheeled
Some command, others sulk
Some are guarded, others are guided
Some are complete, others are deformed
Some are disgustingly ditching out their smallest notes
Others are gaily receiving these notes.

Some in tinted windscreen
Other in tinted blind spectacles
Some shiver in scented air condition
Others from putrescent air-conditioned roadsides
Some are buying, others are hawking
Some are few, others are tremendously many
Some prey, others pray
Some are the looters, others are the workers
Their looting blares out traffic instantly
Others' wails restore traffic

Some smile others smile
But their smiles are measured
Some smile in satisfaction others smile in pains.

Enemuo Nelson