Confidence - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Eyes on phones or on road
confident they walk by
red is light for the cars
and green to go, walk
But still news says:
“X had died…”
“Ran over, was crushed…”
Commute is a must.
Should we have confidence in the lights?
Are they the only ones, just the lights?
Should we not use our eyes?
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