Last Testament of an AK-74 by Tony Ashenden

Lay me down, half boy half man,                   lay me down, I’m hot.                        Burning your hands, I am,                  lay me down, I’m shot.                                   The next round won’t fire.                  Warning you, my fresh-faced keeper             you am wanted by the Reaper.                     Would have liked to be a plough,      would have made good,                                 turning earth, here and... Continue Reading →

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