The Ballad of
The Gun-toting
hippie
(a dissertation by a concerned citizen)
Columbine,
Virginia Tech, Oklahoma, Aurora, Tucson, Oregon, Connecticut…
Self-Righteousness
fits like a gun in a holster and the 2nd amendment was
Written for
fun, so we could be amused; its words are salient and trite and
We are the
militia; well-regulated to fight with automatic weapons- forget the muskets and
pitch-forks farmer had- we have rounds that can fire on the free repeatedly,
helplessly they think they
Can retaliate
after their hand’s blown clean from the bone, the bubelehs savor a chance
Of winning
against hell-bent minds trained to kill, snapped by pills and, most
importantly,
Free of fear of
reprisal- they don’t care- they have nothing left to lose- and prison or hell,
anything
Man or God can
impose never reached their brain;
You’ve seen
James Holmes in court with red hair taunting his scalp, silent, remorseless,
Truly free and
brave in America while the well-regulated militia is watching Batman work
His vigilante
magic they get blown away- and the heroes have guns- they have the papers
To show, to
carry, but they left it at home (damn) well, better luck next time they think-
if they live
To see the next
time.
It’s self-righteous
bullshit and the high horse refuses to stoop; the right ones say “I can carry a
gun and
No one is going
to deny me the right to do that” even if doing so has consistently allowed guns
to fall
Into the hands
of people who would be better off dead- fear not- they’ll take you with them
and you can
Both buy guns
freely in the next life- which has gotta be more permissive than this one-no
bleeding hearts trying to save some hearts from doing likewise…
You hate me,
but we watch the same violence over and over and over again- the difference is
you’re
A principled
individual, a generation Xer who sees a dying breed, a mock rag-a-muffin citizen
who never gave Amendments 1 through 2 a through read- Yes, I picture you, as
you picture yourself, out on the plains, the plowed fields with the sun
painting them red, jumping fences with dignity, holding your God-given gun- bravely you hunt
and protect us, thanks so much, you are a credit to generation dead.
Silent vigils
pour in churches- the militia’s last resort- and candles flicker for the new
round of automatic dead; and now we see the three-foot coffins while parents
stare at Christmas presents that will
remain wrapped- a vain America refuses to tap- cause the song says we’re the
home of the free; MR. Key couldn’t have been wrong- it was a damn poem and not
a song etched in stone- How ‘bout “home
of the free” etched on a tombstone- rest in peace with your guns, amend my will
now to line my coffin with my permit and cross my heart with my gun as pennies
blind my eyes to the violence.
The total
hypocrisy of the Right pisses me off to no end, the self-centered rants masquerading
as freedom for all. Suppose a better
half of the country doesn’t care to be “free” to be groped at the airport. What if a larger percent of Americans don’t
care to be free to carry guns that will 9 times out of ten be left at home or
in their holsters when they’re needed.
Think outside
of the box. The world has changed since
the minute-men were the militia and the 2nd Amendment’s ink was
fresh and all of its words were read and made sense.
Yes, guns are
on the streets and will never be silenced- and people with guns kill people
with or without guns and it might be the person without a gun who enabled a
crazy person to get a gun- to purchase it as easily as they would- would it
encroach on precious rights if you had to wait say…an extra week or two for
your gun? Would this obliterate the
constitution you timidly hide behind as nary a month goes by mass-murder free?
Would this
concept of controlling the acquisition of guns to save lives be too
much- would it fly in the face of democracy- to possibly save the lives of
those recently born whose unborn “lives” you champion?
Would that be
too much- conjure too much rational thought for smart peoples cut from a flag
rarely flown at full-staff?
I’m not on my
knees- begging for scraps of sanity- collating for some rational thought-
hoping for educated minds to see the big picture- the vicious cycles they ride
with such confidence; it’s alright-
I just won’t go
to movie theaters anymore
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