Fast Cars Poem by Tebogo Tshegofatso

There between the lanes I stood,
Where pressed motors had walked
And more should yet be passed,
With the pounding of wild hoofs-
These beasts are your fast cars
And they run like shooting stars,
'
There between living and death
I stood as a frail suckling from birth,
Your motors gave me a toll but
Could not claim the breath I had,
It came like a heady, blistering car,
And within seconds ran so far,
'
There behind it swang its lazy tail,
Which had two legs and no brain,
Its carelessness I loved and on it
I fixed my eyes, wishing the forbidden-
That it should have, as swift cars,
Took my sad life like caging bars,
'
As its tail-pipe puffed pollution
Into the air we breathe I smiled,
Because it was to my sad soul
As death prepared in a hot pot of clay,
And soon it must be like a fleet car,
That kills on a road coated with tar,
'
But this one here failed to go for it,
Whether it was agape or cold feet
I couldn't tell or nod to its compliance,
Which didn't cost me a pale thing,
As I'd have had it, like hurried cars,
Show me the messy map to Mars.