It looks crowded in these corridors
Yet for some reason I feel alone
It feels cold in these corridors
But outside I can see the sun

I can’t access conditioned air
The heat of inequality is stifling
I need an opportunity for some fresh air
The injustice is suffocating

Out for a stroll, I’m skidding
From the muck of social injustices
I miss death by a whisker, l’m not kidding
But I make it as far the moral junction

I miss the oncoming train
Of opportunity
Thanks to conductors who reign
By impunity

I missed getting hit by a car, travelling fast
To a multi laned motorway of corruption
I am entitled to at least a lift
With my taxes I made a small contribution

Splashing water from paddles of incompent rain
On the way past, humiliated from the shame
Denied my rights and hurting from the pain
I head back to the cold corridors of life.

©️ C Akui 2020

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