Death Race
Screeching of tires shattering the silence of the night
Dirt and gravel spit everywhere, kicked aside
A car shoots forward, followed closely by another
Wind whistling around the vehicles, pushed asunder
Vehicles shaking wildly, thundering at speeds far too high
A corner taken too high; a new car cutting inside
Lead quickly lost, inexperience taking its toll
Together they round the next turn, far too fast
Crunching heard by all who watch at the start and finish
The inexperienced driver dealing the veteran a hard blow
Spinning uncontrollably, rolling savagely into the ditch
The veteran soaring through the air, like an eagle
Landing on the front tires only, rolling hood over trunk
Smoke filling the air. Clearing two wrecks are seen
If anyone survives, their lives will be forever changed