There’s a traffic jam of people,
Filling up the street.
No car can detour past,
That sea of rushing feet.
The traffic light told them to stop,
The red hand tried to hold them back,
But the people kept pushing past,
In stampeding, unstoppable pack.
The police came out,
Sirens wail, whistles scream,
Irate drivers are honking horns,
But the people rush on full steam.
Finally, the cars were crowded out,
The police grew tired of being mocked,
The traffic lights fell asleep,
And still – the people walked.
Inspired by my trip to New York City.