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Put Down the Gun


Put Down the Gun

You know something completely safe 

If trained and used right

Or something dangerous that might end a life

So put down the gun

 

You think I'm crazy

You're driving you say

There is no gun there just you 

A Phone 

And a wheel

 

It's there that piece of metal

You know how to use it

You have been trained 

You know to put it down

Off and away

 

But the slim piece of metal

The irrestible sound 

A buzz, ring, or song

Can be the danger found

When you sit behind the seat at a fast moving speed

 

Everything is fast

We walk at 3 miles per hour

You drive at what? 

25?

So yes the slim piece of metal may end you life

 

It's not always dangerous

You know and your trained

But now it is only a waiting game

Will you put it down?

Turn off the sound and noise?

 

Simply Get in

Buckle up

Turn on 

Back out 

Shift into drive

Move at 25

Make sure it is safely silently away

Put down the gun

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