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.  



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