ONE MORE FOR THE ROAD.....

It was a dark and dismal day
When the cavalry arrived
Flashing lights and pouring rain
No passenger survived

A day that they’ll remember
That could never be forgot
A day to now commemorate
A child’s memorial plot

A coach of thirty youngsters
Their excitement filled the air
A sea of happy faces
But the driver didn’t care

Their passing was so needless
A selfish, despicable act
Of drinking whilst on duty
A cold hard sobering fact

His history was quite shocking
How could they let him drive?
With a liver full of vodka
It’s a miracle he was alive

But now no one was living
Their lives he snuffed right out
For a bottle full of ‘good’ stuff
And a hazy drinking bout

The coach had rolled forever
When it tumbled down the hill
The screaming of those children
Then nothing; it went still

No seatbelts; hence no hope
Just an old and unkempt coach
A maze of great big blunders
Those in charge; such great reproach

But reproach was not to fill
That huge void left by their death
The image of those little kids
As they gasped for their last breath

Those young defenceless children
Who had left that very day
With hope and expectation
Which this drunk he took away

Downing one just for the road
And ten more for good luck
He placed his hands upon that wheel
And he didn;t give a ****

Such a selfish heartless scumbag
Who destroyed all lives that day
Thinking of his demon drink
Stole their angels clean away

Tortured pain for each sad parent
The only legacy now left
A loss so deep within their souls
Such sorrow; so bereft

But there never would be justice
Cos the driver bailed out
Died amongst the wreckage
But of his guilt there was no doubt

Left all the parents fighting
For some hope amongst despair
Made a garden for their children
In their grief they could now share

Thirty fragrant flowers
Were planted one by one
For all those delicate rosebuds
Whose lives were now all gone

The two strong stoic trees
That stood swaying by their side
Were for the lives of their poor teachers
Who taught those kids with pride

The driver’s honoured greenery
Was that of pesky weeds
That the parents would remove each day

“Grow well young buds; Godspeed"