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May 24, 2010
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FUEL CRISES
FUEL CRISES Long queuesA very long waitOnly one pump was sellingGallons, jerry cans, containersAnd even drums took overFrom the vehiclesBarred from coming inThe station was closedDesperate buyers bawledMarketers, tanker driversWere on strike againFuel went scarceFear of deregulationPrompted Panic buyingPump price remained the sameBut the productHoarded by hawkersToppled three times higherSpiral sales shot up pricesOf goods and servicesCost of food, transportationWater and sometimes airHard to buyThe poor sufferedMisery everywhereLooters and saboteurs went home happyThe nation grinded to a standstillThe gods…They had no hand in these things
— t. reflexion, May 24, 2010
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weirdelf
16 years ago
The last 2 lines make the poem
t. reflexion
16 years ago
Oh! I lost out...