A gun is Liberty—they've heard it said:
& yet it kills & leaves their children dead.
I question, do guns make these people free?
If that is so, let us hold a Fanfare!
If that's the case, throw your hands in the Air!
& let us altogether shout, Whoopee!
(For their forefathers-of-the brave & free.)
If these people want guns for a hobby,
By all means—don't let them out the lobby,
Keep them licenced all indoors I decree.
There are too many morons & crazies-
Fighting fire with fire; pushing up daisies.
… "Once again" for their forefathers, Whoopee!
(For their forefathers-of-the brave & free.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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