Hi everyone, please help me with my poem
This poem is about ak47 and how it has been seen wrongly by the world.
It was October, year 1947 and 1,
A weapon was born and our hearts it won,
Beautifully crafted with iron and steel,
blessed by the Russians with the gift to kill,
Many has tried and all has fail,
Only in the hand of one will it prevail,
One who can tame the fiercest tigers,
With a good sight of aim,
And a man who knows no pain,
All is left is for ak47 to do wonders,
AK47 you are my beauty, You are my curse,
as i plant the bomb in the body of a corpse,
I have nothing else to say but to wrap it up,
Make a small prayer to God, and blew it up.
2006-08-12
18:38:52
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