Life And Death On The Road

Glacillic eyes flush in view of horror,
While containers of life approach amid the fog.
Time stands still, life unchanging as eventuality supercedes hope.
Wretching sounds are amplified in the metal tombs.
Whilst this ballet of destruction plays to its only call.
No-one worries, no-one cares,
'Cept the blubbering relatives of corpses,
For life and death are both harsh.

Michael O'Shea 5A

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