The Need for Speed

Four cars lined up,
four skilled drivers.

Four teenagers,
four vehicles.

Fours Sons,
Four Students.

With the drop of the hands,
their off to the mile marker.

The speed going up,
their minds rushing,
their blood pumping.

One Swerves to dodge a deer on the road,
he hits another car.

The race for speed,
becomes a race for life.

A four care pile up.

Four mangled cars,
Four pieces of twisted metal.

Four Lives in danger,
Four damaged lives.

The police get to the scene,
the audience is gone,
only the four drivers are there,
still in their cars.

The ambulance arrives,
two of the teens were put in,
and it drove away.

Two boys laying dead on the road,
next to their cars,
next to their wheel tracks.

Two Sons,
Two Lives.

The Need for speed that these boys had,
just so few hours ago,
was a need for danger.
And it landed them
in the cemetery.

To be watched by their fathers,
their teachers and class mates.
Their mothers,
brothers,
their girlfriends.

The need for speed is one thing,
no one really needs.
We cant afford to cut our lives short,
its already too short.

If you ever get that need,
pass it up,
and get gone.
Before The need grows from the need for speed,
to the need for help,
and the need for stitches.

Thats the way
The need for speed,
shouldn't be.

*In memory of those who pass in street races*

^*old*^