Me and A Metal Box

I wrote a poem about a certain inanimate object and I wrote about a car. I wrote as if I were a car that felt guilty for everything it did not do. I wanted an impactful piece about how we reform our cars and our schools but never our laws or the penalty for the people who do these actions. It's called Cars Can't Speak For A Reason.

A death trap,

Is what i’m called

I have murdered many

Because of the despicable cowards

That control Me.

I’m not reckless

Nor am I wreck less.

My owners are.

I’ve been fixed,

Too often

Hoping i’ll no longer

Eliminate.

But the real reason

I Eliminate

Is because of my creators

Maybe they should be fixed.

After all, I live with the guilt,

When I learn to break by myself,

Drive by myself,

Even park by myself.

You humans,

Get off easy

A couple years in the slammer

And the parents never see their child again.

But no worries,

You can’t do it again.

Right?

You know the consequences

Of drinking that beer

And taking your car

But I still manage

To Eliminate.

I can’t even apologize

For the destruction i’ve caused

Because Cars can’t speak for a reason

And if I could,

I would ask to be dismantled.