With this piece in hand, she's heard, they should
The men obey when she orders around
Respect she got, as it has always showed
For oft she goes her way though cops abound
She's careful though, to warn before she fires
Reminds people, to better stay in line
One thing she is, that many so admires
She's strict but fair, among her traits combine
Men and guns, history have so detailed
Have sowed much terror on the heart and mind
Power, then arrogance that they entailed
Are all it takes, for prudence to unwind
A gun kills, though at times it also saves
In farms, it wards off bandits and fierce game
The soldiers bear them to triumph or to graves
A witless aide for glory or for shame
Some carry the gun for the added clout
But now, before this speech strays off some place
It's wise to state that this poem is about
The girl who fires the gun to start the race.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem