Another Day in Hell Part 3

Driving home from work last night,

I was nearly rammed off the road.

There was no apology,

No shame that he had showed.

 

He, a taxi driver,

His van filled to the max,

Stuck up his middle finger,

And told me to ‘relax’.

 

How could I relax

When he nearly hit my car?

The law of this country is fucked up,

But THIS has gone too far!

 

He was in the wrong

For using the emergency lane.

And then, when I don’t let him in

I am the one to blame!

 

He stops in the middle of nowhere -

There is no concern for others.

The rest of us just have to smile

When the call themselves our ‘brothers’.

 

And when they drive like morons

We just have to look the other way.

But happens when they hit us?

What can we say?

 

NOTHING!

Because the law protects them.

Nothing,

Because they are so called ‘men’.

 

But should we stop and pick a fight

Then the s**t hits the fan,

Because you’re not dealing with only the driver,

But the thirty passengers in his van.

 

They jump out of the van

Armed with guns and knives.

If people choose to argue with them

They will take their lives.

They don’t care about anything

But the job and the money.

So don’t bat an eye-lash

When they speed past you, Honey.

 

Just close your eyes

And wish them all away.

Who knows, just maybe

You’ll be blessed with your wish today.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel23May2008

 

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Such painful, fearful accounts that bring about the horrible reality of life right now; this moment... You make so vivid the fear and shame of injustice. Brilliant...