Why Adults Should Own Guns Poem by David Welch

Why Adults Should Own Guns



An armed deputy who is waiting outside
while a madman slays our joy and pride,
tell me again how it is good sense
to trust life and limb to the government?
Police are good people, without a doubt,
but they're minutes away when seconds count,
and few enough know this hard truth:
Legally, they do not have to protect you.
And I think we'll rarely ever find
a cop around when we're struck by crime,
criminals are evil, but they are not fools,
they do not strike when cops are near you.
Be they a madman or a common thief,
what will happen when they come calling?
What good is help that comes too late,
when you've been butchered, murdered, raped?
So if they're not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult should own a gun.

This duty goes beyond mere self-defense,
though that's its most common element,
as citizens and free souls it is our cause
to act as a check on those who make laws.
Not a pleasant thought, and a weaker mind
might proclaim, "But we're beyond those times."
But such thinking is a great fallacy,
power still attracts those who lust greedily
for your money, your family, you very thoughts,
they want control over the whole lot,
playing along with laws when they have to
while designing schemes, already ready to move
when a weakness in our will is found...
and come that day, when they knock us down
the Second Amendment takes up the fight,
the only means left to defend our rights.
Though we hate the thought of such a fate,
the threat of tyranny never will abate,
so if you're not crazy, or criminal scum,
as an adult you should own a gun.

And those who scream, "No gun! No knife!
Not even if to defend my life! "
Care they so little for being human
that they won't even stand up to defend
the greatest gift bestowed by this universe?
It strikes me as incredibly perverse.
The whole of you, every thought and care,
uour hopes, your heart, your soul, your flair,
the big and small things that define us
these folks would throw it allunder the bus.
Thinking that it's some kind of moral high
to just stand there and let themselves die…
It's nonsense, sophistry, it's vile rot!
You've a duty to protect what you've got,
To say that your life is worth everything,
That you're sovereign and strong, no mere weakling,
That your time here is worth any price,
and all who'd take it had better think twice,
By your own hand they may meet their end,
you will not be taken from family and friends.
And those who would not make this hard choice,
Do they really value this life they've enjoyed
if they are not willing, when the hour's late,
to save themselves from murderous hate?
So if they're not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe that an adult has to own a gun.

Don't forget your children, your husband, your wife,
the things that a person values beyond life.
Have you not a duty to protect all of them?
How will you do that if you have no defense?
You can call the police and hope they arrive,
but it only takes moments for someone to die.
If we really love them, do we have to right
to pretend that true evil will never drop by?
If we are their parents, the protectors of youth,
should we not be ready for what we must do?
If they drag away your daughter with carnal intent
will you still feel ‘beyond' the Second Amendment?
I don't think you will, I think all the P.C.
will crumble as you fall down to your knees,
gnashing teeth and wailing at what you have lost,
knowing that failure bears such a great cost.
It's all on our shoulders in this veil of tears,
we're the first line against adult fears,
we carry the burden of our life and theirs,
we stare into darkness and try not scare.
So if they're not crazy, or criminal scum,
I believe every adult should own a gun.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: guns,philosophy,political,society,truth
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