Burning Bus on a Winter Road

A burning bus on a winter road The driver falters — the devil glowed White silence settles, smoke ascends While icy winds through the stillness bend Fear grips the faces at this forced halt The flames consume, like life at fault The road, a snare, holds them fast Shadows shiver as the moments pass The bus ignites with fiery strife The air cuts sharp, like a frozen knife Snow falls, erasing all but flame The devil laughs, untouched by blame An old woman sat in a roadside café She didn’t look like a queen from Saint-Tropez She asked for a ride, though her pride was high But no one cared, her pleas passed by This old woman, with her bag on wheels As the north wind howled through snow-covered hills White silence on a winter road And who cares, we’re in the same old boat An old lady with a sorrowful gaze Another day lost in a pointless race At last, they took her from the highway Out of the cold, she was on her way