Be good people
I watch from the front porch
as Children play outside
running around the streets of sort
as cars drive through the neighborhood.
I sit there with my coffee
enjoying childrens' laughs
as a car speeds down the street
I look down to read the newspaper.
The sound of a huge screech and then a crash
I look up in worry, disbelief in my heart and mind
A child lays there in a hit and run
the perpetratior afraid of the result.
How could someone do this?
A criminal, someone heartless and inconsiderate
Please don't drink and drive
and most certaintly never leave a crime
Be the people God raised us to be.