Crusades & Crossroads

Four men at the traffic lights,
Each in a different car,
One European, one Korean, and two Japanese
— the cars I mean
Until lights turn green
And each proceeds on his way.

Two turn right, two go straight,
None are late.
Each driving home to their own family tree;
A hot dinner on the table,
Or a child in the cradle,
Far removed from the other three.

Never again may their paths cross.
Their time together was not long,
The bond between them was not strong,
But their cause was common,
And for a moment they were united.