You were riding home from a days work on a Vuka
And had been hit-and-run by some other car
which just sped of into the night
leaving your poor soul at the mercy of others' plight
Your body was bent awkward and his crash helmet smashed
Your face was cut and your jaw was broken
Blood was running freely from your face
Nobody wanted to be in his place
The police arrived and gave you one look
They were not concerned with you fighting for your life
To them it was more important to place the cones in the road
They have a system to follow and they take note
O yes...they remembered to call ER 24
But only after all the cones were in there placed
And not even after it looked like all was under control
Did they enquire at the situation of the young soul
I lay there with you on the cold tar
breathing air that smells of oil
Spiritually we talked and assured each other
that we really care for one another
I did not know that it was you
As you were covered in a crash helmet
Even when the helmet was taken off your head
I could not recall that we ever met
The next morning I wanted to visit you in Hospital
There was no parking so I decided to go the afternoon
A shocking message came onto my phone
That the young man in the accident was someone known
The worst part was still to come
You died on the way to the hospital
My mood is quiet and I am blown
A friend of mine had flown
Go well my friend go well free
This life of yours not more to see
The next might even be a better shot
As this life did not give you all it got
I am glad I was there for you in need
This what we all do for friend we meet
I'll miss your smile and greetings
You surely touched all of my feelings.
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