the bicycle racers

The bicycle racers

In the wee hours of the morning

They fly like eagles

Fearless on the roads

While the parents

They may feel proud

Their sons can do the tricks

The dangerous stunts on the streets

Death can be written

When these bicycle racers don't see

Don't they realize it is wrong?

Don't they see it is bad way to learn?

Parents are to blame

When the fire on flame

The children will not be famous

Maybe death catching them

In my area a small Indian girl

Riding her electric motorcycle

She can't touch her legs on the ground

Yet the parents allow her to scoot around

Parents think it is cool

So young they can perform stunts

The proud eyes of parents

Until tragedy strikes whom do they blame?

Is their lives

They have to go early

It isn't our problem

It is God's will they pay