It was seven past the hour

When I swing my tired legs front and back

Counting each bricks at the side walk

Although not fully knowing what the numbers are

I had only walked three miles

When the sun sank on my skin

Given way to dripping water from my head

Even though it was a dry and thirsty day

On the third block to my home

A car came speeding down the narrow way

Exploding the volume of its speaker

Despite this, I kept dragging myself home

I was only a few feet from the white jeep

When it came crashing on a fairly new van

It was loud, the collision turn my head to the scene

Only to realize I had just witnessed a Smash down

I stood in shock with my legs glued to the ground

For a moment, there was silence

And then I saw people from all angles and homes

Running towards the accident in haste

Some murmuring and other screaming for help

After a while, the drivers came out of the cars

With blood dripping off their heads

And to my greatest surprise, they started fighting

“It was your fault, it was your fault,” they screamed at each other

And I, a eye witness could only watch from a distance

The horns were honking, cars giving way

As the cops and firefighters makes their way through

They took notes and began asking question form witnesses

But I, knowing what had happen walked away without a comment

Why? I asked myself later on

But between the drivers and me

We knew that is was both their fault

And I walked away, knowing that they were safe.

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