A Gun Poem by Ryan Qin

It baits the owner,
With it's easy-release trigger.
"Come, fire me, just try it once! "

It taunts the master,
With it's sleek, leathery grip.
"Why not do it again? "

It slaughters the people,
100 rounds per second.
"Didn't I say this would happen? "

It corrupts the wielder
No one can stand in it's path
" I can give you all the power! "

It haunts the sinners,
Moans and cries of pain.
"How could you do this to them? "