WE DIE IN THE QUEUE

Queuing has been part of our life
In schools, banks, filling station and more
You must commit good portion of your day
Waiting in endless line to get served

Then we wasted precious time, not life
But there came a time when our time
Was not the only thing we lost in the queue
Last December, we lost a poor motorist
Waiting in an endless queue in a fuel station
We watched helplessly as the corpse was carried
Through the crowd to the morgue amidst tears
Some of us heaved, some others hissed and then
Returned to the queue, wailing and waiting

After the passage of two months or less
The monstrous queue devoured yet another man
Who came to a bank to obtain a debit card
As usual, the corpse was taken away in silence.
We queue for nothing, we die for nothing
We queued to elect thieves that caused the queue
Had we known that thus will the end be
We would have rejected the cashless policy
And let things remain as they had been.