The Crash

Always wear a seatbelt,drive safe...take no chances.

The Crash

Birds are circling,above shadowed mounds,all has gone quiet,except for their sounds.

Scraps of twisted metal,like carpet on the track,broken glass reflects,a painfull image back.

Sirens flash silently,smoke fills the air,blankets are layed upon,an unlucky pair.

Hearses pull away,until out of sight,while a mothers screams,fill the empty night.

A seatbelt unworn,took more than a life,the unlucky pair,were mam and dad....husband and wife......

The End

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