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Sat Idly By
two kids sit idly by as a newly lit fire glows.
a car collided with a streetlight near their home 5 minutes ago.
They could feel the warmth from the burning wreckage in front of them.
The driver flew out the windshield on impact,
he hadn't moved since he stopped skidding.
The headlights stopped flickering,
and the engine is starting to light up.
the kids are seated on the steps of their apartment half a block away talking.
They point to the car as the underside starts to spark.
underneath, the car is lighting up, and now it's starting to smoke.
clouds of thick black smoke start to fill the air, and then they hear a click.
BOOM!
Shooting into the air, the hood flies off and flames billow out.
That driver didn't stand a chance.
in the distance a whining sound starts to fill their ears, about a block or two away.
blue and red flashes, as the noises round closer.
Soon police are running out of their cars,
towards the body at the end of a long smear of blood.
panic starts to set in, and people start to flood the streets.
a trail of blood on the road, and a leather jacket torn to shreds. are all that's left, of this anonymous man.
collecting the evidence off the road,
the police write it off as simply, another D.U.I
as the two kids sat idly by.
a car collided with a streetlight near their home 5 minutes ago.
They could feel the warmth from the burning wreckage in front of them.
The driver flew out the windshield on impact,
he hadn't moved since he stopped skidding.
The headlights stopped flickering,
and the engine is starting to light up.
the kids are seated on the steps of their apartment half a block away talking.
They point to the car as the underside starts to spark.
underneath, the car is lighting up, and now it's starting to smoke.
clouds of thick black smoke start to fill the air, and then they hear a click.
BOOM!
Shooting into the air, the hood flies off and flames billow out.
That driver didn't stand a chance.
in the distance a whining sound starts to fill their ears, about a block or two away.
blue and red flashes, as the noises round closer.
Soon police are running out of their cars,
towards the body at the end of a long smear of blood.
panic starts to set in, and people start to flood the streets.
a trail of blood on the road, and a leather jacket torn to shreds. are all that's left, of this anonymous man.
collecting the evidence off the road,
the police write it off as simply, another D.U.I
as the two kids sat idly by.
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