While traffic
fights for access across the plaza every night
Motorbikes and
taxis, like a wax works on the move
I’m channeling the
Angels but with a different kind of groove
A vulnerable
cyclist winds his way across the square
Looking all
around him so he doesn’t get a scare
When a bustling
forty seater chooses not to stop on red
If amber’s the
new green at home, over here it's full ahead
Road rules here
are optional, it’s your choice which you choose
On two wheels
your life's in your hands, come off, you cop the bruise
Left and right
around they go, it’s random I do swear
Chaos is too kind a word, it's going every where
A Mercedes,
its left indicator, pulsating in the night
Caused a serious
kerfuffle when it turned sharply to the right
The old bloke on
the moped had flashes of his next life
The young man on
the crossing reached desperately for his wife
No one has died
within our view since we landed in this place
Not one bike
crash have we seen as they vie for the smallest space
I checked my
travel insurance, I’m going bungee jumping at night
That’s okay, it’s safe they
say, but you can’t ride a motorbike
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