Because - Poem by Ima Ryma
It was just a bottle of pop
I was drinking, walking to class.
Without thinking, I let it drop
From the side of the overpass.
Underneath on the interstate,
I watched as one car spun around.
Other cars tried to swerve too late.
I ran, but still could hear the sound.
The awful sound of forced impact
Of glass and metal, flesh and bone -
All exploding in fiery fact,
'Cause of a bottle I had thrown.
'Tragic car pileup, ' the news said,
'Cause not yet known - 45 dead.'
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