HominineA Poem by Poetic NuanceOiled to meet perfection, Both young and old brandish me, I am the defender of nations And also Terror's glee. At the press of a finger I spew forth my venom On my staccato does death linger, Partnered by anguish and mayhem. I have spawned bloody revolutions For Evil, I have been friend For the meek I offer salvation For the good I have been fiend. I have scored up on the innocent Been the ender of innocence too, To many I have been God-sent And rallied many a Coup. I am the nature of the wielder, But never Heaven's Dove I inspire both awe and fear I am the mighty Kalashnikov. © 2015 Poetic NuanceAuthor's Note
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