Drops round and run down low Mud forms and creates tiny valleys within. Red roads drop and rises , As insults flashes like thunder bolts. Horns deafen ears, As blood blinds eyes .
Rollercoaster highways,
Or more like riding a bull, Feel the aches in the waist. Infact the mechanical horses were olderΒ than earth herself. You could see holes and rustΒ in the metals. The government stood by the red road idle,accepting fines and kinds. If only they had listened to their cries, Blood would still remain in veins.
Most road accidents in my home country are due to bad roads, old rickety trucks and careless drivers. Some blame the government, others blame the traffic police (they believe it's their job to check these things yet their corrupt ways make it impossible!.... The citizens call them "aban" which means "government".)