LETHAL STEEL

I was once some kind of gun
rifle or shotgun, doesn't matter
then a gun buyback was begun
I got destroyed with a loud clatter

Me and others just like me
were cut and melted down one day
at a recycling steel mill don't you see
I mixed with iron scraps thrown away

Part of me was shipped to one place
some of me went off to another
I assumed another form and face
I was reforged with little bother

Half of me became cookware
a harmless thing all would agree
a pressure cooker shipped somewhere
a madman made a bomb of me

My other part was sent to Shrade *a well known knife maker
where all types cutlery is made
including a small butcher knife
with which a drunk man killed his wife

I could as well be in a car
whose owner smoked a fine cigar
to light it his eyes left the road
he destroyed a school bus and its load

I recall back when I was a gun
I never did kill anyone
my owner followed every law
woods and game were all I saw