The carnage and wreckages on our roads
As epitomized by corpses, broken vehicles,
Broken limbs of men, women and children
And goods that will never reach their destinations
Attest to the view that it's better late than never
Once you board a car or anything on wheels
Never rush, never hurry up the driver above the limit
Never hasten up to reach set time limits
Especially when it is inadvertent
Take it gently. Don't hurry! Don't rush!
Never irritate the driver
Or destabilize him/her while you're on board
For you may become of late
Instead of late for your venture
And flies will live to feed
On your goods and remains
By the wayside and posters mounted
On your behalf to remind passers-by
Or immortalize you with the insignia
23 Died Here!
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