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Originally posted by FRIGHTENER
. . . . . .Child During Vietnam. . . . . .
I was born just before JFK was shot down;
Too young to acknowledge how many guns were around.
Good Catholic Mom, and a Marine Corps Dad;
Lucky & grateful-for this I am glad.
She took me to church, to teach me about God;
He took me to Scouts, to stand tall & be proud.
My first rifle was a Daisy BB gun;
Followed by a Marlin .22 for target fun!
The kid's shows on TV were suddenly interrupted by horrors of 'Nam;
It disturbed me, & I wanted to help, but I was too young, had to stay calm.
Dead American soldiers riddled with bullet holes;
Finding out later, our government lies about its true goals.
Dad said: "Respect those men on the ground...
They're the reason you have freedom unbound".
It forever changed the way we played;
Making Mother extremely dismayed.
We went from: "Hopscotch" to "Helicopters"...
From: "Candyland" to "Jungleland"...
From: "Hide & Seek" to "Seek & Destroy"...
And from: "Gum & Blowing bubbles long"...
to: "Guns & Blowing Away the Imaginery Cong".
Now, with gang-related shootings on every street;
The cops are overwhelmed, and feeling the heat.
Innocent children killed; gunned-down in crossfire;
While the armed drug-lord gangs continue to conspire.
And these homicidal/suicidal gun rampages and killing sprees on the news;
Keeps dis-heartening me, and fueling my blues.
But then, my young cousin Bridgett was a victim of one of these;
I sobbed in grief, pleading with God, down on my knees.
What's wrong with people, using guns to murder eachother?
It's a sad, sick reality, in fact, so get used to it, my brother.
Presidents keep talking about peace, but then profit from war;
Only reveals them as a gun-dealing, war-criminal whore!
Lawmakers of late, try to restrict our Constitutional rights;
WHOA; Better be careful usurpers, you could end up in our gun-sights!
Sure, I pray to the Almighty, but I put my TRUST in my Mini-14;
For how else will I guard my wife, my beautiful young queen?
The world is going to Hell much quicker than it seems;
While both sides of the gun debate just perpetuate their screams.
As hospitals, morgues, and funeral parlors over-crowd;
Tearful family members yet bestow another shroud.
What's the solution to all this gun-violence that lingers?
Unsure; But you can have my gun, when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers!
Originally posted by thisguyrighthere
A little haiku if I may
frail man, woman
equality in pocket
will not fear dark streets
Originally posted by djquinn
is finally restin
in his beloved American lands
but as hard as they tried
they couldn't have pryed
the ivory handled Colt from his cold dead habds
Originally posted by CallMeMaury
When I was seven
and the grass was longer
than my memory
I would play
cops with my older brother
and call for back-up
on the flintstones phone
My brother found this
shiny new toy gun
and boy was it heavy
I remember seven so well
because that is when memory ends
my brother was the bad guy
I had him surrounded
and he shot his way out
and got me right through
my toy badge
and as i lay dying on the carpet
an ex-convict stole my father's legal weapon
and used it to commit further crimes
my brother lives with the guilt
protected by the second amendment
and the well regulated militia
guarenteed by it
Originally posted by imd12c4funn
The sun was blinding, Intense prima donna
Erasing the winding, of sacred Purana
Breathless seconds, can't keep climbing
Gasps and beckons, focus and timing
Inverting roll, no longer skyward
Out of control, "don't let me die Lord!"
Desperate, my grip tempers the chaos
Undeterred, I slip under radar and cross
Enemy line without their detection,
Thoughts opine, with trow and reflection
Bare-handed target, exposed, unsuspecting
Peculiar argot, revealed and infecting
The hunter above who I lost in the sun
From out of the clouds fired his gun
While I plume over ruins triumphant, awaiting
To engage this rover, this stranger I'm baiting
Comitted, he scrambled, attacking like Nero
Two duelers, we gambled, I shot down the Zero.