FATE OF THE MISSED TAXI

FATE OF THE MISSED TAXI

EYES ARE PEERING AT ME 
I'M WALKING HOME ALONE 
2AM IVE MISSED MY TAXI 
AND MY FRIENDS HAVE ALL GONE HOME 

I SEE HATE ALL AROUND ME 
MY BLOOD IS WHAT THEY CRAVE 
3 OR 4 WITH BASEBALL BATS 
THEY ALL SEEM OH SO BRAVE 

WHAT DO I DO? I DO NOT KNOW 
I KEEP MY HEAD SO VERY LOW 
THEY SNIGGER AND THEY SNEER 
AS THEY MOVE A LITTLE NEAR 

I DIDN'T STAND A CHANCE 
ALL I DID WAS GLANCE 
YOU STARED AT US THEY SAID 
AS THEIR BATS SMASHED IN MY HEAD 

MY PRIDES BEEN TORN AND TATTERED 
MY'S BODY'S BRUISED AND BATTERED 
BUT SOME DAY THEY WILL SEE 
THEIR DATE WITH DESTINY 

MY CRIME WAS BEING OUT 
WRONG TIME AND PLACE NO DOUBT 
BUT DO I WANT REVENGE 
WITH A FEUD THAT NEVER ENDS 

CAN THEY HOLD THEIR HEADS UP HIGH 
AS THEY LOOK UP TO THE SKY 
AND SAY WE DID ALRIGHT TONIGHT 
HE DID'NT EVEN TRY TO FIGHT 

THAT GUY WAS ALL ALONE 
AND ONLY WALKING HOME. 
THAT COULD HAVE BEEN OLD ME 
THAT MISSED THAT TAXI

 

Reviews

[Cicera]

This is just right and straight to the point. The poem has just combined, like chance, a word that I was searching and a story based on an idea I have been rounding and rounding inside my head for days. When a poem has a side further than reality to observe, and when reality is just the subject it takes in hand, it can talk to several people the same poetic rhyme but with two or more different meanings.

Revenge, on the other hand, is not the solution, it is true. Or simply it won't give you anything simply if in any situation it wouldn't gratify you. But forgiveness is not the case either. There is a single and one particular incident, an example of hate and injustice between our hands. But the fact that the taxi goes round and round, and the same do the characters who assume an open aim to hate, should resolve the question with even more difficulty than that which locating it would require.

I guess one has to keep his eyes open, maybe that could help!