I wrote this poem after a senior boy was killed in a drunk driving accident my freshman year.
"Wake-Up Call"
Today you all cry,
and wonder why.
Everyone's life was changed last night.
It must have been an awful sight.
You say, "He was a great guy,"
and, "Why did he have to die?"
But now you go on to have your bash?
You start to drink,
and don't even think.
You hop into the car, but why?
How many more will have to die?
With another dead,
more pain will spread.
Will you ever learn?
Oh, how it makes my stomach turn.
Drinking and driving is not a game.
How could you be so lame?
I just hope you awaken,
before your life in taken.
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