No Explanation

Those cries on the street still resonate in my head, When at midnight,someone had shattered the dead-air of the night. A few frail figures weeping in pain, The commotion on the street, Their helpless screams. On that night, when the moon didnt shine, The evil God had knocked on the poor man’s door. The car had stopped for 3 seconds I remember, And a head peered out of the driver’s window. Before you know the pedals were hit, And I could hear the engine dying away in a distance. There he lay on the street, Surrounded by people who I think were family. I ran down to the road, While i called for help. And I saw him breathe the final breath, Before I heard the sirens blaze. And the lady still sobbing, Over the abruptness life had hit her with.