Treasure Island

alexander opicho

(when dictatorship began / kenya)

ODE TO MIKHAIL AVTOMAT KALASHKNIKOV


On this 23rd December of 2013
LASHKNIKOV is lying dead, at age of 94
In the coffin on the pyre
In Moscow the city of Russia
Away from Siberia his child hood home
Waiting to be buried by the people
His invention the Ak 47 and 74
Has not yet killed,
Good bye Mikhail Timofeyevich Kalashnikov
Son of Alexandra as you travel to land
Of the dead where a million of Rwandese from Africa
And million of the Vietnamese from Asia are now citizens
After having been shot dead by the AK47 and AK 74
You will not be lonely you glorious son of Russia,
You natural tinkering skills
Gave the world ubiquitous weapon
That has done wonders as you looked on,
Tell your gods where your poems you wrote are
The world is now free from your vice of the AK
Man can relax now in peace and read your poetry
As the fettered politicians have no where
To get the weapons for mass peasant destruction,
Reveal to us the armoury in which you stuffed your poetry
as gods of peace now turn your guns into the plowshares

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 23, 2014
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AK 47 inventor died 23rd 2013

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Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya; aopicho@yahoo.com)

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