Dark Poem by KJ. Moulton

Posted on 13 January 2013

(A badly needed lesson for enemies of the US Constitution, Politicians, Fools and Hoplophobes.)

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I do not own a gun,

But of all the men I’ve ever killed,

I’ve never needed one.

 

A braggart and a bully

Stood above me one fine day

And he said that since I had no gun

He’d let me crawl away

 

He laughed at me and kicked my face,

With a heavy pointed boot;

And joked with friends as he strode off,

I was not good enough to shoot!

 

But a braggart and a drinker

Is an easy man to track;

And an Oaken cudgel, angry swung

Causes any skull to crack!

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I do not own a gun,

But of all the men I’ve ever killed,

I’ve never needed one.

 

Another man looked down his nose,

Like other men were sludge;

For he thought himself greater,

As a lawyer and a judge.

 

But he did not care for justice

As he looked down on me;

Justice was a foul word,

He worshipped only “Legality!”

 

Well… Twist a man’s neck fast enough

And you take out all the slack;

And I left him in his judge’s chair;

Staring down – on his own back!

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I do not own a gun,

But of all the men I’ve ever killed,

I’ve never needed one.

 

‘Guess you’d say I’m not a cultured,

Nor an educated man;

I can’t really tell the diff’rence

‘tween Tchaikovsky and Chopin.

 

But, when a man of letters cheats you

and steals your hard earned cash;

Nothing speaks so eloquent as…

his throat opened in a gash!

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I do not own a gun,

But of all the men I’ve ever killed,

I’ve never needed one.

 

The only girl I ever loved

Was taken by a gang;

They used her like a rag doll

And left her in her pain.

 

The Law swore; they would get them;

The Law swore; they would pay;

Too true, from ropes they – Every One –

Did I make breezy sway!

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I do not own a gun,

But of all the men I’ve ever killed,

I’ve never needed one.

 

Stripling David killed Goliath

With a little river rock

But a score of thuggish giants

Could have been flattened with a Glock.

 

Yet still, I think if you could ask,

Of Goliath’s mortifying bones

He’d say, “Don’t Underestimate

The, well thrown, river stones!”

 

Oh it’s true now, Yes it’s true now

That I do not own a gun.

But of all the thugs I’ve ever killed

I’ve never needed one.

 

Yes, To an expert with a hammer

All things look just like a nail;

And a human spine hit proper

Squishes down, just like a snail!

 

And a piano-wire garrotte string,

With two wood handles in a “T”,

‘Round his neck – will make a man sing;

From the High Key of “E”!

 

An Arson-fire has worked quite well

And allows time to get away

And a thirteenth level balcony

Makes an easy “Bombs Away!”

 

Well it’s true now, yes, it’s true now

That I might not own a gun,

And of all the men I’ll ever kill,

I might not be needin’ one.

 

Ben Franklin it is said has writ

“The pen is more mighty than the sword.”

And too many politician-types

Have taken ol’ Ben’s word.

 

With strokes of pens these Beuro’crats

Have started many wars…

Filled Gulags & Gas chambers

And brought us other horrors!

 

And always they pass “Legal” laws

To take the People’s guns away

For ‘tis far more to a wolf’s liking –

Amongst defenseless sheep to prey!

 

Truth is, it’s the Insane (& Politicians)

Who create atrocities!

And tyrants all feel better when –

Unarmed slaves are on their knees.

 

They claim to want but Hope and Peace

And from violence far stay…

Until the moment Violence –

Can help them get their way!

 

Then the “Peaceful” Poli-tyrant

Turns to his own guns, and…

Commands the slaughter to commence,

Killing Grand-ma’s, kids and nuns.

 

For it’s POWER, only POWER

To which they turn their greed.

For it’s POWER, only POWER

To which they hold their creed.

 

But first, they don’t want peasants

To be getting in THEIR way:

And that is why they – Tyrants All –

Try to take our guns away!

 

A shoestring or screwdriver,

A knife’s blade or a gun –

Fear not the thing – but fear the MAN;

When there’s violence to be done!

 

Yes, guns might make killin’ easy

But, when there’s killin’ to be done

You may rest – profound – assured…

I won’t be NEEDIN’ one!

 

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