The Road Home

“The Road Home”

The mangled metal heap,
Contrasts the ground beneath.
Cars lined up in traffic
stopped.
Thoughts of delay and schedules
ruined.
Examine the heart that
stopped
The human life now
ruined
Beneath the mangled heap.
Oh, hear the angels weep.
Grass grows red
Tears unshed
Time and money lost.
Oh, where is our compassion,
For life now lost?
Pass the wreck,
Our schedules check,
And now turn our thoughts
to more important things.

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