An Ode to Arms
You thought you would be clever
Reaching inside your maid’s bag
You pulled sanctimony and placed it on the table
You asked if we should own atomic devices
As if that were the question
A red herring argued what you were unable
But then the light asked it another way
Are we to be armed the same as a soldier
Or is the law vague as to intention?
Is what a soldier carries into battle
And what a plane fires in the sky
The same as a hunters tools for his recreation?
What is to be made of the words
A well-regulated militia
And the right to bear arms shall not be infringed?
Are they mutually exclusive?
Or to be taken literally?
We always argue when someone becomes unhinged
Where power collects tyranny flowers
When trust is lost
The people cannot believe in the heart of a King
What is the difference between a mad man
And the ambitions of a politician
When only God knows which bell tolls freedoms ring?
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