The Grenade
LCDR Robert J. Prinselaar©

A metal casing, dull and green
Explosive power time machine
It’s power harnessed by a pin
A lethal package hid within.

It has no mind so it can wait
It doesn’t love, it doesn’t hate
It’s just another hand grenade
Designed to maim when it was made.

And with some men it’s just the same
Although they feel and take the blame
And though once taught to kill and hurt
They now leave teardrops in the dirt.

Like the grenade they are man built
But they are men and feel the guilt
A lethal package hid within
As long as nothing pulls the pin.