Hominine

Oiled 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. 

Author's Note

(Note: Hominine - resembling or characteristic of humans.)