The Overturned Bus Poem by White Tiger

The overturned bus
Came to a screaching halt
We later found out
It was the drivers fault

At first it seemed
The overturned bus
Was hit by a truck
Creating its loss

The steel grounded pole
Peeled its top
Killing fourteen people
Right there on the spot

All the victims
Were up in age
Their grieving families
Now cope with rage

Yet the driver
Managed to live
Escaping a sure death
But had nothing to give

His driving record
Blemished for years
Homicidal tendencies
With nothing to fear

Now he stands
Telling a lie
While the victims families
Have to say good-bye.


C. Vergara
03.16.2011