Confidence
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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem