ROAD RAGE

ROAD RAGE

  When the roads are full of broken vehicles, Bumps and pot holes, Traffic begins a decline into “go slow”;

When the roads are full of junctions, round-about,

Cross roads and small connecting bridges, Traffic grinds to ‘hold ups”;

When the roads are full of buses, cars, Lorries and trailers,

See the costly toll From “hold ups” to annoying stand-still.   When the roads are full of broken vehicles, Bumps, pots holes, blind spots,

U-turns, cross roads, small connecting bridges,

All forms of carbon monoxide vehicles With coughing and running noses, You cannot go anywhere, nor turn back. At some junctions it is irksome Watching those that sneak into the line Some with aching engines That form barricades of barriers.   It is no surprise then Movements come to peaceful suffering Usurping the time of others As boredom transforms into anxiety Peaceful suffering becomes irritating anger With impatience and selfish pushing; And some struggling to get out of the line Lawlessness takes over from rationale Blind panic and warning shouts Smash their heat into accident   Soon the hitting of two vehicles

This road movie screen of amusement and pity

In total confusion, there are screams There is blood from broken flesh Caused by animal behavior Of human inability to settle scores And display of savagery When emotions declare war Upon reason and right judgment In conflict to ascertain right from wrong Who has the right to speak? Except the man with a big mouth.