By Somefun Oluwasegun
Here in the commercial city,
Cars are the highest followers of our roads profile.
They in turn are Facebook friends of fuel.
There are no limits to the potential of this subscription.
The Government is incompetent,
They have failed the people.
And so the craze night is here again,
The mad chase for petrol in our ample containers.
There we are hurrying to meet up with the night sales,
Sales that speak to the failed state of our country.
If not for the need of energy,
Energy in form of electricity that is consuming.
There is a scarcity of fuel in town.
There is only one operating fuel station.
So, everybody is on the mad run,
See the attention hooting of vehicles in the petrol chase,
The grit smell of smoke painting the night air
As everyone hurries to meet up with the night sales.
There the pandemonium beats, as the people line in rows.
The cabals in control may be happy,
They may smile at their overflowing monies
Oil Business is good business.
But all we want is Electricity, Electricity to live this night and maybe tomorrow.
But they may be content, their petrol sales is on the surplus.
Yet the night plays a seamless oboe tune
Sorry, for the craze for fuel.
Pity the exploited people, pity the gullible people
For Petrol is gold on this hot night
But, who will hear our voiceless voice.
You are welcome to join this petrol craze night.