"I cannot believe gas prices," he commented
As he filled his Suburban.
"I hear you," said another pumper
As he filled his SUV.
"I'm thinking of getting an electric car,
Just for running errands, if this continues"
I wanted to comment
But knew I would sound like a dinosaur
Who has driven fuel efficient cars
Since the Arab-oil-embargo of the '70s.
I wanted to share the fear of running out,
Purchasing on only odd or even days,
The need for locking gas caps.
I wanted to remind them
As they drove off in a puss of smoke,
The people, homes, innocent children
Who have perished,
I wanted to remind them
Of the image of strollers
Waiting in Poland.
Where once were homes
I wanted to remind them
Our resources are not yet rationed,
Our security not yet in jeopardy,
To pray for peace.
3 comments:
I lived through gas rationing and locked gas caps as well. At this time we need to think about what others are going through and not make this about us.
I certainly echo your feelings and love the way you embedded them in a poem. It is a time for gratitude and prayer.
This breaks my heart! So, so, so sad!
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