The modern horse

Heading to your destination 

in the car

i call it the modern horse

we drive with our phones 

they rode with a whip

we drive with a heater

and a very loud speaker

They had nothing deeper

but a voice instead of a beeper

while we look through our side mirrors

they were turning their heads

they had nothing to call from 

but we live with cell phones instead

We hear the phone ringing

they rode along and kept on singing

we answer and we wasn't seeing

the rode infront of us

until a leg starts bleeding

you hear voices screaming 

and the head light beaming 

while  the sirens squealing

seeing bodies on cement 

can't ignore it's a reality check

so just close your eyes

and think how what we Call the modern horse 

isn't too safe

with distractions and chaos 

don't let it get to you or you'll stay lost

Heading to your destination 

in the car

i call it the modern horse

we drive with our phones 

they rode with a whip

we drive with a heater

and a very loud speaker

They had nothing deeper

but a voice instead of a beeper

while we look through our side mirrors

they were turning their heads

they had nothing to call from 

but we live with cell phones instead

 

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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