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?