Three dead on Morgan Avenue in three years. Trucks thunder past unmarked crossings. City Hall shrugs. Call your council member. Demand a real fix before another neighbor dies. Blood on the street is not a policy.

Twelve dead on Brooklyn’s streets. Neighbors crushed, families broken. Speed kills, leaders stall. The blood is real. Call City Hall now—demand a 20 mph limit and real punishment for repeat speeders. Don’t let silence bury the next victim.

A man dies on Broadway. The blood dries. The driver vanishes. The city rips up the bike lane and calls it progress. Call your council member. Demand protection. Every day they wait, someone else falls.

Five dead in Brooklyn CB4 this year—each one a life, not a number. The city stalls. Drivers speed. Leaders look away. Call your council member. Demand a 20 mph limit before another neighbor is lost.

Thirteen dead. Fifty broken. Brooklyn’s streets are a killing floor. Leaders talk, bodies pile up. Call your reps. Demand slower speeds, safer streets, and no more empty promises. Don’t wait for another neighbor to die.

Six neighbors are dead. Three thousand crashes mark Brooklyn’s streets. Leaders talk while families grieve. Call City Hall. Demand a 20 mph limit and real action—before another body lies in the gutter.

Two men died in the crosswalk. The city promised safety, then did nothing. Eighty lives shattered since 2018. Third Avenue is still a death trap. Call your council member—now. Don’t wait for another neighbor to die under city neglect.

An eight-year-old boy is dead, dragged under an SUV on Eastern Parkway. The blood has dried but danger still waits. Bills to fix the street gather dust. Call your lawmakers. Demand action before another child dies.

Six dead, two of them a boy and a centenarian. Thousands injured. Brooklyn’s streets bleed while leaders stall. Call your lawmakers. Demand laws with teeth. Don’t wait for the next obituary. The killers drive free. The victims cannot walk.

Fourteen dead. Blood on Brooklyn’s streets. City Hall talks, but families grieve. No new bike lanes. No real change. The killing goes on. Call your council member. Demand action. Before another name is carved into the road.

Three dead in Brooklyn. Two children hit every week. Leaders stall. The blood is real. Call your electeds now—before another neighbor dies on the crosswalk. Demand slower speeds, more cameras, safe streets. The clock is ticking.

Twenty-one dead. Elders, children, neighbors cut down on Brooklyn’s streets while leaders stall. This is not bad luck. It is cowardice. Call your lawmakers. Demand action before another body hits the pavement.

She survived Nazis and Chernobyl, but a Brooklyn van killed Mayya Gil in a crosswalk. No charges. No change. Call your council member. Demand action before streets claim the next life.

A 73-year-old woman dead at a crosswalk. A family shattered on Ocean Parkway. Four children, broken bones. City leaders talk. Cars keep killing. Demand barriers. Demand 20 mph. Call your council member before another family mourns.

Four kids dead, 99 injured—Brooklyn streets bleed while politicians make excuses. Children fall, leaders stall. Call them. Demand slower speeds, real bike lanes, and action before another family grieves. The city’s silence is deadly.

A man dies crossing Broadway. The killer drives off. Three dead this year, hundreds hurt. Politicians talk, bodies pile up. Call your leaders. Demand real change before another neighbor bleeds out on the blacktop.

Four dead, eighty-one kids hurt, wounds that do not heal. Brooklyn leaders stall while cars keep killing. Call your council member. Demand streets where mothers and children do not bleed in the crosswalk. How many more names on the list?

Children die in crosswalks. Elders fall at corners. Brooklyn bleeds while leaders stall. Five dead, fourteen broken bodies—yet City Hall drags its feet. Call your council member. Make them feel the weight of every lost life. Demand change.

No one died, but 35 people left Brooklyn’s streets broken and bleeding. Call your council member. The pain is not a statistic. Demand real safety—before another body hits the ground.

Six dead, four broken, hundreds scarred. Cars kill, city stalls. Brooklyn children pay the price. Call your council member. Demand daylight at corners, real protection at crossings. Don’t wait for another child’s blood on the street.

Five dead, nineteen broken. Bronx streets run red while leaders shuffle paper. Every crash is a choice. Call your reps. Demand speed limits, barriers, action—before the street takes another life. The blood will not wait.

Three men down on Hunts Point Ave. A driver runs the red, leaves blood on the street. This happens every week. Politicians stall. Call them. Tell them to fix the street before another body falls.

Five people dead in a year. Children hit, mothers mourned. Politicians talk. Bodies pile up. The Bronx bleeds while leaders stall. Demand safer streets—call your reps and don’t let them look away.

A woman dies on West 174th. The SUV vanishes into the night. No arrests. No justice. Bronx streets bleed while leaders stall. Call your reps. Demand speed limiters, safer streets, and an end to hit‑and‑run impunity.

Two men dead on the Bronx River Parkway. Hundreds more hurt this year. The city drags its feet. Lower the speed or count more bodies. Call your council member before another family mourns.

Nine dead. Hundreds wounded. Bronx streets bleed while City Hall drags its feet. No arrests, no fixes, just more lives lost. Call your council member. Demand safer streets now—before the next body hits the pavement.

Two men are dead. Families wait for calls that never come. Bronx streets bleed while politicians talk. Call your council member. Demand slower speeds and real protection—before another neighbor dies waiting for help.

A woman dies in the crosswalk. Broken bodies line Bronx streets while leaders hide behind talk. Every crash is a choice. Call your council member. Tell them: redesign the streets, or count the dead.

A woman dies crossing West 174th. A cabbie is killed by a speeding SUV. Children bleed on Bronx streets. The city stays quiet. Call your leaders. Demand slower streets before another body hits the pavement.

Two crashes in one week. An old woman thrown from her seat. Six more hit on the sidewalk. Bronx streets bleed, politicians stall. Call your council member. Demand action before another neighbor dies. The asphalt remembers every body.

Five dead. Hundreds hurt. The city drags its feet, and the bodies pile up. Don’t wait for another obituary—call your council member. Demand slower streets and cameras that never sleep. Hold them to account before another neighbor is lost.

Two men died on the Bronx River Parkway. Nine dead in a year. Politicians stall. The road stays deadly. Call your leaders. Demand speed limits. Demand cameras. If you don’t, someone else will die.

One woman dead, eighty-four hurt. Bronx streets bleed, while leaders do nothing. Cars keep killing. The mayor stalls. The council waits. Call them. Demand 20 mph. Don’t let another body hit the blacktop.

A Mustang mows down six at a Bronx crosswalk. Blood on the sidewalk, broken beams, no arrests. Leaders stall, streets bleed. Call your council member—demand real safety before the next car turns and someone else falls.

One dead in the Bronx. Seventy-nine hurt. Cars keep killing. City Hall delays. Call your Council Member. Tell them: drop the speed, save a life, or add another name to the list. How many more will it take?

One man died, 243 wounded, blood still stains Manhattan’s crosswalks. Cars do the killing. Leaders stall. Call your council member—demand safer streets before another life is lost. The dead are silent. The living must speak.

Three dead. Hundreds hurt. Cars crush bodies in Manhattan CB2, week after week. Politicians stall. Streets kill. The dead stay silent. You can speak—demand 20 mph now. Call your council member. Don’t wait for the next siren.

Seventeen dead. Twenty-nine maimed. Children torn apart on city corners. Politicians stall while bodies stack up. Call City Hall. Demand 20 mph limits. Don’t wait for more blood on the sidewalk.

Twelve dead. Over 1,600 hurt. Most were walking home. The city stalls. Unlicensed drivers still roam. Call your council member—demand 20 mph speed limits and safer crossings before another name joins the list. No more waiting.

Seven dead. Twenty maimed. Old men, young fathers—gone at the crosswalk while leaders stall. The city keeps counting bodies. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph streets. Don’t wait for another name on the list.

Six dead, dozens broken, thousands hurt—while City Hall stalls. Children, elders, neighbors bleed on streets built for cars, not people. Call your leaders. Demand the 20 mph limit. Delay is death. The stain on the asphalt grows.

Seven dead in one year. Children and elders, crushed by speeding cars. The city stalls. Call your council member. Tell them: 20 mph, now—before another chair sits empty.

Three dead. Eighteen children hurt. Drivers speed, flee, and go free. Leaders stall. Call City Hall—demand 20 mph now, before the next name is carved into the street.

Eight dead. Over a thousand hurt. The most vulnerable pay the price while leaders stall. The street keeps taking. Call your council member. Demand real action before another neighbor bleeds out on the asphalt.

A three-year-old died in her mother’s arms on Lenox Avenue. Drivers keep killing. Politicians stall. Harlem children are paying with their lives. Call Salaam. Call the mayor. Demand real safety on Harlem streets—before another family mourns.

Seven killed, nearly nine hundred hurt. Blood stains Harlem’s crosswalks while leaders stall. Sidewalks meant for walking, now marked by death. Call your council member. Demand real safety—20 mph, daylight, barriers—before another neighbor is lost.

A cyclist bleeds on Cabrini. Drivers run wild. Leaders stall. Seven hundred hurt, two dead—this year alone. Call City Hall. Demand 20 mph. Make them build streets for the living, not the next casualty.

A man dies in the crosswalk. A girl leaves with a head wound. The city turns away. Call your council member. Tell them: lower the speed limit now, before another neighbor becomes just a name in the database.

Three men died at a coffee cart. An old driver, speeding. Flesh and metal. Politicians talk. The street stays deadly. Call your council member. Tell them: slow traffic, save lives—before another neighbor dies on the corner.

Queens CB2 streets run red—12 dead, 2,675 hurt since 2022. Cars crush kids and elders. Politicians talk, the blood keeps flowing. Call your council member. Demand action before another child dies on cold asphalt.

Two little girls struck in a Queens crosswalk. The driver fled. In twelve months: 710 hurt, two dead. City leaders stall. Call your councilmember. Demand slower streets and real safety before more children bleed on the pavement.

Thirteen dead, eighteen broken. Queens CB4’s streets kill while leaders stall and promise. Each delay costs a life. Don’t wait for another body—call your council member. Demand they fix the streets before more families grieve.

Queens streets run red while leaders stall. Cyclists crushed, pedestrians thrown—one more slow vote, one more body. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph. Hold them to account, before another neighbor dies. Tomorrow, it could be you.

Five dead. Nine maimed. Queens streets run with blood while leaders keep quiet. Cars kill and nothing changes. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph limits and real protection. Your silence keeps the killing going.

Twenty-three dead. Over three thousand injured. Queens streets bleed while leaders stall. Children and elders pay the price. Call your council member now—demand 20 mph limits and real protection. The killing will not stop unless we force their hand.

Three dead, eight maimed, nearly 800 hurt. The city stalls. The streets kill. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph speed limits and safer streets—before another name is added to the list.

Eleven dead, nineteen shattered. Queens streets run red while politicians stall. Speed is the killer, policy is the weapon. Call your leaders. Demand a 20 mph limit. Don’t wait for another body on the asphalt.

Thirteen dead. Streets burn and bleed. Queens leaders stall while bodies pile up. Call your council member. Demand action before another headline writes itself in blood.

Ten dead, twenty-two broken. Queens streets bleed while leaders stall. Older New Yorkers and kids pay the price. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph. The blood dries faster than City Hall acts. Will you wait for the next name?

Eight dead in Queens, no answers. Cars kill neighbors; leaders stall. The law says streets can be safer, but City Hall delays. Call your council member. Demand action before the next name carved in stone is someone you know.

Queens CB13 streets kill and maim: 25 dead, thousands hurt since 2022. Leaders talk. Streets stay deadly. Call your reps—demand 20 mph limits and real safety. Don’t wait for another neighbor to die.

Blood stains Queens streets while leaders debate. Eleven dead, over a thousand hurt. Children and elders fall. Some politicians act. Others stall. Call yours. Demand action before the next crash claims another neighbor. Do not let silence win.

Queens CB80 hasn’t seen death, just broken bodies—62 hurt, some children, some old, none left unscarred. Luck is not safety. The silence from leaders is deafening. Demand action before luck runs out.

A bus tears up the curb. Eight hurt. Two dead this year. Sidewalks are not safe. Politicians stall. The blood is real. Call your lawmaker. Make them act before another body hits the street. Demand safety now.

Woodhaven Boulevard kills while leaders stall. Two elders crushed. A man burned alive. Five children hurt. The speed stays at 30. Call your council member. Tell them: slow the street, save a life, end the bloodshed.

Forty-three hurt, sixteen more this year. Bones break, lives stall. Queens leaders stay silent. Speed kills, but policy lets it. Call your council member. Demand safer streets—before someone you love is next.

Two boys bleed on Staten Island streets. Lawmakers shrug. Drivers kill, walk free. Cyclists get tickets. Children pay the price. Call your leaders—demand slower speeds, real penalties, and streets where kids come home alive. The silence is killing them.

Children die. Elders bleed. Staten Island’s leaders stall while bodies pile up. Calls go unanswered. Demand speed cameras, a 20 mph limit, and consequences for reckless drivers. Hold your officials to account—before another neighbor’s name is added to the list.

Blood stains Amboy Road. Children limp home. City leaders stall while bodies pile up. Staten Island’s dead deserve more than silence. Call your council member. Demand 20 mph speed limits and round-the-clock speed cameras. Speak for those who can’t.

A man dies on Lincoln Avenue. Children and elders bleed on Staten Island streets. Local leaders stall. The city looks away. Call them. Make them act. Before another body lies cooling on the asphalt.