Why Men Should Own Guns Poem by David Welch

Why Men Should Own Guns



There should be no need to explain to a man
how guns are essential for self-defense,
most of us grew up on action films
that got across these clear sentiments.
Nor do we have to make it clear to a man,
the importance of safe-guarding family,
that has been driven deep into us
by evolution and society.
But there is one thing that we as men
bear up in a disproportionate way,
when darkness descends, it falls on us
to keep the whole of civilization safe.

We forget about this, try to ignore it,
our success has sadly made us sort,
we pretend that the darkness will yield
to the power of the police and laws.
But those very police, good as they are,
only can work in a civilized setting,
and the wolf stalks close, looking for his prey,
for a weakness he stands, every-ready.
Just because we don't see the ravenous beast,
doesn't mean that he's not waiting there,
and when he pounces, when he sees his chance,
the cost quickly becomes too much to bear.

Be it done by some hated, foreign foe,
or more likely, by your very own state,
to defend your freedoms will take much more
than some passionate pleas and complaints.
The power-hungry will never be swayed
by reasoning or sincere rhetoric,
for them the power is above all else,
they're evil addicts, twisted and sick.
And when they've pushed the bounds too far,
when checks and balances are undone,
it's your duty as a man to heed the call,
even if it means taking up the gun.

In truth, this right is the most paramount,
for on it all of the others rely,
when law breaks down, when tyranny reigns,
I think people will quickly realize
that against such a ruthless, honorless foe,
the only way to protect rights that are yours,
is to be ready to stand for yourself,
to counter their aggression with force.
As long as that ability is in your hands
they can never reduce you to slaves,
even if they kill you they will not have won,
they'll have only bought themselves a grave.

And I think that it also needs to be said,
despite years of feminist clap-trap,
that the weight of driving back the wolves
will forever fall upon us chaps.
Though exceptions will occur here and there,
history's example tel us no lies,
no country defended by just women
has ever found a way to survive.
It isn't that their hearts, or their will,
aren't strong in intent or in class,
it's that our evolution has sculpted men
for the more violent and brutal tasks.

In the end every man is a soldier, cop,
even if he never took up that flag,
we live every day abiding by rules,
but must, at a moment, get all big and bad.
This thin veneer of civilization,
can at the slightest trouble be ripped off,
if men aren't ready, can't shoulder the load,
then our world becomes misery and loss.
This is our strength, one we must live up to,
and though at times it seems a tragic one,
if a man's not criminal, nor insane,
then it's his duty to purchase a gun.

Thursday, November 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: gun,guns,men,political,rhyme,truth
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