‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the land,
There was talk from our rulers that guns should be banned.
They wrote bill after bill so we’d think they care,
In hopes that dictatorship soon would be theirs.
The criminals nestled, all snug in their beds;
They’ll always have guns, no matter what’s said.
Same for the pols, who tax us to hire
Armed thugs for protection, even when they retire.
Far, far away flew the truth like a flash
As bureaucrats demonized those with a stash.
Statists as usual stooped lower than low,
Blaming our guns for San Bernardino,
Though evidence shows it was likely the Feds —
No surprise anytime there are myriads dead.
Said The New York Times, “We need not debate:
Outlaw guns for civilians but not for the State.”
This editorial, even labeled as such,
Disgraced the front page with its bias too much.
But in towns large and small there arose a great clatter
From Americans vexed at such despotic chatter.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But other such incidents all through the years:
Newtown, Connecticut, at Sandy Hook School,
Chattanooga, Roseburg and Charleston, all tools,
Fort Hood, Colorado, Virginia Tech —
No wonder we’re all as suspicious as heck.
False flags whose conflicting accounts are gross lies.
How much longer till suffering taxpayers rise?
More rapid than eagles, these massacres come.
“Public servants,” our masters, spurn us as dumb,
For each time they claim they can only protect us
If we disarm and let them direct us.
Yet the farmers at Concord and Lexington, too,
Stood firm with their guns against tyrants, ’tis true.
Thank God that their brave Revolution founded
A country of free men, not serfs to be hounded.
Alas, in a twinkling, we hear on the tube
That Obummer plans to disarm all us rubes.
He calls the inept TSA to stand by,
With its list of those it prohibits to fly.
But unlike St. Nick, who checks everything twice,
The TSA doesn’t; it just rolls the dice.
You or I could land on its docket tomorrow
And stay there forever, to liberty’s sorrow.
Without any trial, charges or indictment,
TSA strips us with fascist excitement
Of our right freely to come and to go.
Now Obummer lusts for our guns also—
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Tell anyone watching we have much to dread.
He speaks many words, then goes straight to his work
Of voiding the Second. Wow, what a jerk.
Gun owners and patriots, we’ve no time to doze,
For, giving a smirk, up to Congress he goes,
But let us exclaim, ‘ere he scuttles from sight,
“Defense from tyrants like you is our right!”
–Becky Akers
There was talk from our rulers that guns should be banned.
They wrote bill after bill so we’d think they care,
In hopes that dictatorship soon would be theirs.
The criminals nestled, all snug in their beds;
They’ll always have guns, no matter what’s said.
Same for the pols, who tax us to hire
Armed thugs for protection, even when they retire.
Far, far away flew the truth like a flash
As bureaucrats demonized those with a stash.
Statists as usual stooped lower than low,
Blaming our guns for San Bernardino,
Though evidence shows it was likely the Feds —
No surprise anytime there are myriads dead.
Said The New York Times, “We need not debate:
Outlaw guns for civilians but not for the State.”
This editorial, even labeled as such,
Disgraced the front page with its bias too much.
But in towns large and small there arose a great clatter
From Americans vexed at such despotic chatter.
When what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But other such incidents all through the years:
Newtown, Connecticut, at Sandy Hook School,
Chattanooga, Roseburg and Charleston, all tools,
Fort Hood, Colorado, Virginia Tech —
No wonder we’re all as suspicious as heck.
False flags whose conflicting accounts are gross lies.
How much longer till suffering taxpayers rise?
More rapid than eagles, these massacres come.
“Public servants,” our masters, spurn us as dumb,
For each time they claim they can only protect us
If we disarm and let them direct us.
Yet the farmers at Concord and Lexington, too,
Stood firm with their guns against tyrants, ’tis true.
Thank God that their brave Revolution founded
A country of free men, not serfs to be hounded.
Alas, in a twinkling, we hear on the tube
That Obummer plans to disarm all us rubes.
He calls the inept TSA to stand by,
With its list of those it prohibits to fly.
But unlike St. Nick, who checks everything twice,
The TSA doesn’t; it just rolls the dice.
You or I could land on its docket tomorrow
And stay there forever, to liberty’s sorrow.
Without any trial, charges or indictment,
TSA strips us with fascist excitement
Of our right freely to come and to go.
Now Obummer lusts for our guns also—
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Tell anyone watching we have much to dread.
He speaks many words, then goes straight to his work
Of voiding the Second. Wow, what a jerk.
Gun owners and patriots, we’ve no time to doze,
For, giving a smirk, up to Congress he goes,
But let us exclaim, ‘ere he scuttles from sight,
“Defense from tyrants like you is our right!”
–Becky Akers
