My Second Amendment Prayer

I came up with this on my way to bed tonight. One of the evening news casters on the local station had to call 911 the other day. It took two calls the first she waited 40 some seconds with no answer the second she waited longer till they answered. It took the police 10 minutes to respond. So here is my bed time poem.

Now I lay me down in bed.

My Smith & Wesson buy my head.

If you wake me while I sleep.

Just remember I reload my bullets are cheap.

Two to the chest and one to the head.

Don't break in less you want to be dead.

I wanted to put this under the First Amendment section but couldn't figure out how. Sorry

This was sent to me by a Facebook friend. I think it speaks volumes about the situation we currently are facing.

Feel free to copy and paste.

A visitor from the Past (Anonymous)
I had a dream the other night,
I didn’t understand.
A figure walking through the mist,
with flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty,
as he stood there by my bed.
He took off his three-cornered hat,
And speaking low, he said:
“We fought a revolution,
to secure our liberty.
We wrote the Constitution, as a shield from tyranny.
For future generations,
this legacy we gave.
In this, land of the free
and the home of the brave.
“The freedom we secured for you,
we hoped you’d always keep.
But tyrants labored endlessly
while your parents were asleep.
Your freedom gone,
your courage lost,
you’re no more than a slave.
In this, the land of the free
and home of the brave.
‘You buy permits to travel,
and permits to own a gun,
permits to start a business, or to build a place for one.
On land that you believe you own, you pay a yearly rent.
Although you have no,
voice in choosing,
how the money’s spent.
“Your children must attend a
school that doesn’t educate.
Your Christian values can’t be taught, according to the state.
You read about the current news,
in a regulated press.
You pay a tax you do not owe,
to please the I.R.S.
“Your money is no longer made
of Silver or of Gold.
You trade your wealth for paper,
so your life can be controlled.
You pay for crimes
that make our Nation, turn
from God in shame.
You’ve taken Satan’s number,
as you’ve traded in your name.
“You’ve given government control,
to those who do you harm,
so they can padlock churches, and steal the family farm,
And keep our country deep in debt,
put men of God in jail,
harass your fellow countrymen,
while corrupted courts prevail.
“Your public servants don’t uphold
the solemn oath they’ve sworn.
Your daughters visit doctors,
so their children won’t be born.
Your leaders ship artillery,
and guns to foreign shores,
and send your sons to slaughter,
fighting other people’s wars.
“Can you regain the freedom
for which we fought and died?
Or don’t you have the courage,
or the faith to stand with pride?
Are there no more values
for which you’ll fight to save?
Or do you wish your children,
to live in fear and be a slave?
People of the Republic,
arise and take a stand!
Defend the Constitution,
The Supreme Law of the Land!
Preserve our Great Republic,
And GOD-Given Right!
And pray to God, to keep the torch
Of Freedom burning bright!”
As I awoke he vanished,
in the mist from whence he came.
His words were true, we are not
free, we have ourselves to blame.
For even now as tyrants, trample
each GOD-Given Right,
we only watch and tremble,
too afraid to stand and fight.
If he stood by your bedside, in a dream, while you’re asleep,
and wonders what remains of our
rights he fought to keep,
what would be your answer,
if he called out from the grave:
“IS THIS STILL THE LAND OF THE FREE AND HOME OF THE BRAVE???”

echoraven That is the only way to look at it. I just would like them to know that entering my house is not in their best interest. Besides there is no way I would shoot someone with my reloads. Reloads can go against you in court. You maybe right but that might not matter in civil court.