What I See

Looking around,
I'm shocked to see,
Inside these cars,
Are people like me.

Although different,
We are the same,
So I watch them,
They don't have names.

As we drive a police car appears,
I look deeper than the metal body,
To the driver at the wheel.

He seemed irritated,
To be stuck in this jam,
The passenger seat,
Filled by a nose-picking man.

I move my attention,
To a lady with a tattered pram,
She greets a woman,
With a Spanish tan.

They seem to hug,
But their more than friends,
But I shan't discriminate,
But it all depends.

After that I'm afraid I moved on,
To nothing much,
Just a radio song.

Days like this,
I can't forget,
I wonder how,
These peoples lives will end.