By Lynn Ockersz Ignoring aching hearts and limbs, And unmindful of days passing, The men slumped in their Tuk-Tuks, Continue their lonesome vigil, In queues snaking into the distance, For those never-coming cans of fuel, Promised by smooth-talking Sires, That could help fetch a few more coppers, And delay the onset of starvation, But thanks […]