Horn Blowing Day - Poem by louis rams
Today was a horn blowing day
Maybe it was the temperature
That made their mind stray.
Their frustrations are rising high
It seems they want traffic to fly.
These are the rage warriors with their road rage
Because of this, many a life will change.
When they run over a pedestrian
Or crash into another car
Because their rage had gone too far.
They all claim to be running late
That they have an important date
Maybe it’s to meet the undertaker
Before they go to meet their maker.
Then all the “ I’m sorriest” come out
Of that there is no doubt.
But will the “I’m sorry” bring back the
Life that was taken, or the damage done
To that person and families.
This is something that I can not see.
Let’s think about it before this rage takes control
For it can not bring back that lost soul.
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