Guns, Hippa And Mental Illness Poem by James McLain

Not all the mentally ill have been arrested.
The list for all grows longer.
You watch Judge Judy, Cops and Jerry Springer.
And never wonder how.
Roses, trees and bushes, Hitler then knew how?
The data bank grows larger still built from your only child.
The courts will side with they you gave your rights away.
The gun decides just who is right.
While wrong the path is clear to those whom knew.
Straw buyers sweep a different broom.
How did I fail the background check I've never been arrested.