the babies leave in the cars

The babies leave in the cars

The mothers rush in to buy or pay

At times stopping by to talk to friends

Forgetting about their babies

Once the hot sun rises

The heat penetrated into the cars

The babies gasping for oxygen

Slowly their lives are dried up

The mistakes we always make

Rushing in afraid of the deadlines

The fear of the fine or forgetting

In the end we pay for our forgetfulness

So the babies are dead

The mothers will cry their heart out

Who is to blame on the tragedy?

We pass we don't peep in