Angela D.

The Traffic Jam

Why is it that the people have barely
Any sympathy for the victims here?
There was an awful crash, but no one seems
To care about anything but themselves.
With ev’ry anxious car filled with anger,
Bumper to bumper, we could not be driving
With any less impatience or respect.
All anyone can think about is where
They are supposed to be at this moment.
How selfish we have already become;
For what we find important has nothing
To do with any accident at all -
The reason for the jam’s construction here.
The breaks were slammed, the hearts were pounding when
The tragic, sudden misfortune occurred.
When the sirens and flashing lights depart,
All we can do is hope and pray that all
Who are involved will soon be safe and sound -
But no one takes the time. Frustration turns
To speed; we rush to move on with our lives.


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