A metal casing dull and green

Explosive power time machine

It's power harnessed by a pin

A lethal package hid within

It has no mind, so it can wait

It doesn't love, it doesn't hate

It's just another hand grenade

Designed to maim when it was made

And with some men it's just the same

Although they feel and take the blame

And though once taught to kill and hurt

They now leave teardrops in the dirt

Like the grenade they are man built

But they are men and feel the guilt

A lethal package hid within

As long as nothing pulls the pin