Wounded-
rotting in the desert of your tropical lush days
I’m here in the waste land-
no-mans land
escape-while-you-can land
(my) AK47,
(my) Love
and
Revenge
my soul-decaying
bullet casing-
emptying machine
hidden scars in camouflage
the blood stains
are just another part of the
uniform
(my) AK47 stitches up 
wounds
from the bullets you
shot at me
but only
temporarily-
before stitches rip open
from my body’s rejection of this
evil
bandage it up-
hide it from the Captain
(my) AK47 substitutes
for my heart
and
brain
(my) body
and
soul
in rusted steel form
I must at least put on a face of 
hate
put on the mask of war
so they don't realize that I'm actually
human
shhh
don't tell the captain
my foe of day
guardian of night
life piercing
machine of fright
for mine and
their life
AK47 in (my) hands
right now its my
Love
and 
Revenge