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