Grenade

Pulled it out of nowhere. Been watching too many friends playing shooter games. I kinda like it though, the poem.

Grenade, Grenade! How far you fly,

With your blasts, people will die,

A boom, a bang, you land at feet,

And fleeing voices soon repeat

Grenade, Grenade! It comes once more,

Bringing death and sudden gore,

It's symbolic shape is too well known,

And its cruel power is often shown