Cars Poem by Gert Strydom

The doors open
and constantly we climb into the metal monsters
do switch the engine on and the journey does begin
as it's too far to walk
and constantly we want to buy the newest and the most beautiful,
do want to fabricate our wealth and prosperity with this thing
or if we are young do drive away with spinning wheels
and if we become reckless they land on a scrap heap
but they do eat each other at times
and bring great danger to us,
can drive into all kinds of things
or even glide down precipices
and if they do eat blood and flesh
the police do measure out the full letter of the law unto us.