The Killers
Cars
And
People
Are a
Constant
Rushing
Honking
Blinking
Whistling
Sirens screaming
Tires screeching
Horns blaring
Tempers flaring
Moments of madness
Moments of despair
Some in aimless wanderings
Or spiraling flows in roundabouts
Or flashing lights of amber, red and green
Trying to stem the flow so other road users can
Have - a fair go - to some it’s STOP to others GO
Some cry out in despair-and others-in concerning prayer
Life it seems is a torturous race -where stress and haste -The killers
©? Brenda V Northeast 8th January 2012
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012
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