At Days End

As the clock ticks towards eve

a swarm of men and women

flock the city roads

like worker drones out of a hive

heading back to their homes

at days end

The roads are blocked

traffic is at a standstill

engines running at idle

while occupants stare impatiently

for the traffic to move again

at days end

Public transport is a mess

passengers packed to all corners

like sardines in a tin

suffering endlessly, yet silently

borne out of necessity

at days end

heading back home

an endless nightmare

tired and trodden

all longing for rest

at days end

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