The New Wave

Hands handy on a WAVE
To the new dawn
Time is no longer the original
Even to the original national
A situation maybe temporal
But on this new pastoral
It is simply a permanence

Hands have a handy one: the new wave
A generation of maybe time
Events bearing no real time
Drivers sleeping like cattle
Infested with the disease,
Trypanosomiasis
A new nation sleeping with ease
Attending late but with a delay
This is the late haste in this relay

Traffic jamming, jamming the passengers
The passers-by and even the pedestrians
I am not a messenger but a passenger
Who is caught up in very new wave
Like my silent account in my new wave