The Junction...

At every traffic junction,
The red men stand proud.
They know that their presence,
Stop the movement of any crowd.

The pedestrians will wait,
Like what they have always done.
They’ll not question their faith,
For the green men appear like the sun.

If the green men stopped appearing,
The pedestrians will make a fuss.
But in no time they’ll pull together,
And say “the men have a plan for us”.

When reason is applied to this rule,
It apparently becomes not so cool.
Recall what you learnt from school;
Is everything you learnt true?

Decide for yourself when to cross,
And not leave it to others to tell you.
Your life is yours so own it well,
Otherwise the waiting can continue.