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Walking along back street at dawn you can see,

Wild animals and birds dead that could not flee.

Whilst hearing the sounds of yet another fast car,

Carelessly striking fauna that comes from afar.

One more victim of someone so madly in haste,

Deluded into thinking they are in some kind of race.

Collateral damage from this daily need for speed,

Small lives on the line when its caution they need.

Moves made to protect local legged small creatures,

Limited to signs on roads with few other features.

Ignoring the helpless who will face a dark hour,

As increasing engine capacity continues to empower.

When challenged speeding motorist deny its a thrill

To be the cause of this carnage they say its just road kill.