A bus-driver and a preacher died at the same time. <br />The driver went to heaven where God's glory shines. <br />The preacher went to hell of fire, <br />a place reigned by terror of Satan Lucifer. <br />The preacher complained that it was unfair. <br /> <br />God said when you preached <br />everybody started to sleep, <br />with a loud snore, <br />as it was so bored. <br /> <br />When the driver started to drive, <br />he snaked on the road as he liked. <br />He drove over-speed, <br />road-signs he never heeded. <br />The bus swayed right and left, <br />as if chased by death. <br />He ran the red light at crossing, <br />shouting, swearing and yelling, <br />in an obscene language, <br />in a road rage, <br />making all passengers, <br />say the prayers, <br />to escape the accident, <br />by a hair breadth. <br /> <br />To heaven or hell <br />it is so paradoxical.<br /><br />U Win Kyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bus-driver-and-a-preacher/
