Some holidaying Kissinger
And once intact passenger
Pays the miserable penalty
Of a crushed casualty,
The vehicle's life - snatching somersault
Not but any stretch his fault
The crucified, mangled car
One which had licked a distant real far.
The event after Kissinger's justified fears
of driver's flirtatious romances with the gear
And the satanic speed
It does feed.
Now, it's a shattered windscreen
Through which nothing ever would be seen
The journey choosing a new direction to hospital
With impatient mortuary:
The quickest employment of the digital
Affirming life's being a sanctuary.
Not at all free, our Road Accidents
For we had the fares paid before the incident
Man it keeps worrying
About the safety of Traffic Rules;
I myself, stop hurrying
The very minute drive start acting ' fool '.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2020
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