Graphic Traffic

Safe inside the high-rise they sat looking out below,
Wicked smirks across their faces watching traffic ‘flow’,
Politicians with their buddies from the oil trade,
Feeling quite content at the havoc they have made.

They gave us what we wished for, although it must be said,
The adverts they bombarded just brainwashed all our heads,
Our cars should be bigger and who cares about consumption,
Living in America, endless fuel was the assumption.

Now we shout about the mess, we have no place to drive,
Too many cars on the road to race at ninety-five,
Widen all the highways to create more travel space,
But all that happened was more cars took up that extra place.

Commuting just to get to work is a stop and start nightmare,
The longer that my journey takes, the more that I’m aware,
Of the money I am spending going straight into the pockets,
Of the bigwigs in that high-rise making all the costs skyrocket.

Now my work day of eight hours is not what it appears,
Add four hours travel since I can’t get passed first gear,
Time that my kids preferred I would use up with them,
Instead of just enjoying their life only on weekends.