Screech and then the thud
the child lays still in the road
the driver was on his mobile
time he saw her, there was nowhere to go

The wheels still are spinning
and in the distant a mother screaming
no no oh my God no
yet the blood is spilling

Her child is dead as stone
fading from the light of life
her white handkerchief in her hand
has turned a crimson shade of death

Her lost life cuts with a knife
the husband of her mother will loose a wife
for it will cut deep within
for birth she had given

The most unfair thing of this tale
it can happen to all,
not now, but maybe awhile
always look where you are going

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris