Grenade by Tobias W.

Grenade

I am a grenade, and no I’m not green,
I do not have goose bumps for only,
My enemies have goose bumps.

I am a grenade on the battlefield of school,
Friends have died on this endless battlefield,
I am the lucky one for I have not been chosen,
And yet why not me?
Why couldn’t it have been my pin that was pulled?

But when I am pushed I am a land mine,
Push and destruction will come.
I can tell how old I am by the blood and dust,
That has collected on my key to destruction

I am a grenade so fear my wrath for
Those with stupidity go first