The
streets of red
The
shops close for the day
The
lights of yellow
Bathing
on the shadows
The
leather jackets motorists
Revving
up their machines
In
the wee hour of the morning
The
race of their lives
The
eyes on the road
The
machines hot and ready to roar
The
women ready to flag off
The
smoke get into their eyes
The
screeching tyres
The
motorists speed along
Lives
on the stake
On
the road to hell
The
streets of red
The
blues barricade
The
side lights blinking
“No
way to go”
The
motorists never stop
The
racing bikes roaring high
They
cut through the barricade
Leaving
bodies crying in pain
The
streets of red
Laws
ignore knowingly
The
lights of yellow
Bathing
on the shadows
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