As the rubber tyres burnt along scorching asphalt.
They looked through the bus window at the plains of sand.
Tired trickles of sweat wrapping around uncombed tresses
And thorn manacles fastened to each hand.
They noticed that the further the bus went,
The higher the meridian rose
And the lower the road led.
The warm zephyrs grew into heated gales
And cooled silence spurred
There was nothing else to be said.
Then a young lad to the back opened his mouth,
His life of music singing from a blissful tongue,
An awkward exchange of looks from the other passengers,
Then an uncanny outburst of singing along.
It was one of those moments
That they would not have seen in life's haste
And it made them forget that this bus
Was Destination Oblivion in the first place.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/society-bus-ride-to-oblivion/
