Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 46
Curse those who curse highway
The spell leading wheels astray
By which clutch and break betray
Commands, drivers' feet convey
To lay every prayers hope on may
Curse those who curse the breeze
Summoned by the darkened decrees
Eyes, heart even not mind foresees
The danger that is about to sneeze
Holding unto time to make moment unease
Curse those who want blood
Red, blue, black flowing flood
That spirits move and scud
What a sudden end planted in mud!
By humility, tears run lips, thud.
Forgive the highway thieves
Toasting the pleasant eves
By rounds aleatory weaves
Foreshadowed in grieves
Only, by chance, luck retrieves
Forgive the highway whores
Whose bodies never let time ignores
Men's races wanting encores
In the name of drugs from different stores
To lasting on battlefield pleasure adores
Forgive highway trailers
Conveying goods and wholesalers
Taking no cognizance of the retailers
Motor boy's eyes troubled inhalers
Who fears not joining jailers
Forgive highway's Police
Whose charge never decrease
For respect to be apiece
And smiles love having peace
Yet money comes before the release
Forgive the reckless drivers
Who drinks and pray cum survivors
Won't you forgive those that put them on the highway
That to no avail, their aims betray
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