Traffic jam on the highway
cars stopped
one hundred percent gridlock
heat waves off the asphalt
people rushing to see relatives
holiday weekend; a few hours till they see them
two hundred engines humming
flies buzzing
five hundred people waiting
wondering what they're waiting for
waiting for their wheels to turn
waiting for someone they've never seen before
their lives inconvenienced
by a traffic jam
******** up their holiday plans
when their cars finally move
and they see what made them stop
"oh dear, look at all those cops"
and an overturned tin can of a car
telling their kids to look elsewhere
shielding their eyes from the array
of a wrecked life
of a blue tarp on the highway
Their lives inconvenienced
by a traffic jam
******** up their holiday plans
but who is beneath
the blue tarp on the ground?
nobody even thinks
about what could be found
and what a disgrace
to simply be
an inconvenience
lying in the street
because humans are heartless
whether they are young or old
when their lives are inconvenienced
by a little girl's body gone cold
and for these reasons
i pray to never, ever say,
"i wish we could hurry through this traffic
because it's ******** up my holiday."
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
Traffic jam on the highway
cars stopped
one hundred percent gridlock
heat waves off the asphalt
people rushing to see relatives
holiday weekend; a few hours till they see them
two hundred engines humming
flies buzzing
five hundred people waiting
wondering what they're waiting for
waiting for their wheels to turn
waiting for someone they've never seen before
their lives inconvenienced
by a traffic jam
******** up their holiday plans
when their cars finally move
and they see what made them stop
"oh dear, look at all those cops"
and an overturned tin can of a car
telling their kids to look elsewhere
shielding their eyes from the array
of a wrecked life
of a blue tarp on the highway
Their lives inconvenienced
by a traffic jam
******** up their holiday plans
but who is beneath
the blue tarp on the ground?
nobody even thinks
about what could be found
and what a disgrace
to simply be
an inconvenience
lying in the street
because humans are heartless
whether they are young or old
when their lives are inconvenienced
by a little girl's body gone cold
and for these reasons
i pray to never, ever say,
"i wish we could hurry through this traffic
because it's ******** up my holiday."
and that's when you know you're just like everyone else
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