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Author Name: Freebehind_blue_eyes 2 Comments
Date Added: November 19, 2004 06:11:54 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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frustration
This is my way, I guess


Of expressing my frustration


That all the good people in this life


Die with no explanation





There is no good and evil


Death, it takes no side


How else can I explain


Telling a kid their dad has died





The drunk driver that did hit him


Well, he just walked away


The father driving home


Didnít make another day





His son ran out to greet the car


But a different sight awaited


This car, it had lights on top


And the visit was ill fated





His wife, she came out to the door


And with one look she knew


The daughter came running down the stairs


And into a rage she flew





The police carried on with their job


But for this family life had shattered


Their dad was no longer coming home


And that was all that mattered





The drunk driver stood up on the stand one day


Pleaded guilty and broke down in tears


Said he was sorry for what had happened


Got community service, four years





The family got sentenced for life


Their dad they could never see


And the bad guy in this situation


Funnily enough, walked free.


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Comments:
Comment By: FreeJames Lagoski on January 20, 2005 07:19:51 AM Report
Dear Cherie-
Mind if I add to the ending-
That is until the day he died
And this monster met his death
He finds then there is a price
After his last and final breathe-

I thought you did a wonderful job of
explaining just what may happen when you roll the dice-
And normally here on this level it is the innocent bystander who gets hurt-
But life is a wheel-
What comes around will go around-Eventually-
Best Wishes~
Peace~
James
Comment By: FreeWilliam on December 6, 2004 07:02:02 AM Report
So very sad! And it happens all too often! That is what vehicular manslaughter is for!!!!! That bastard should have gotten more than that!

Bil




 


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