Safety

This is a poem about the power people wield and their safety nets.

Safety

Lift my shaking hands

And aim my pistol true

The safety's on, the safety's on

And I can't seem to shoot.

Turn my hands inward,

Place the muzzle against myself!

The safety's on, the safety's on,

And I can't ask for help.

Whirl my gun against the world!

Prepare to blast away! 

The safety's on, the safety's on,

Today remains a perfect day.

Place my gun against my hip.

Tie it down, it won't get lost.

Lift it only to defend- 

The safety, is off.

Reviews

[Hajime]

I really liked this.... It resonates with the struggle of fighting both inner and outer demons. Excellent imagery.