Horns and sirens don’t have a beat
take them off the radio and keep them on the street.
The radio is for songs
not for horns where on the street it belongs.
So when I’m cruising down the street
listening to a great beat
hearing sirens makes me scream.
I’m not trying to give you grief
I just want the radio to sound sweet.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier April 10,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem