Do you want my gun by Dr. Gene Howard c. 1992

Do you want my gun, or do you want my life.

Do you want my gun, or do you want my wife.

Do you want my gun, or do you want my store.

Do you want just my gun, or much, much more.

What is it you really want, I must ask myself,

for it is one of the few freedoms we have left.

Maybe it’s something more political you seek,

But cannot accomplish unless we become weak.

I think of Hitler, Lennin, Stalin and the rest,

Fooling the people into thinking they knew best.

They traded their arms for hoes and wooden staves,

And they traded their freedom, and wound up slaves.

For when people can no longer defend their rights,

Their days become filled with sleepless nights,

And soon their fears become much, much more,

When the secret police knock at their door.

They took them from their family, and their home,

And without a trial they locked them up alone,

No visitors, no place that they could go appeal,

For they were politically incorrect to party zeal.

Today the majority of us are not politically correct,

And what do the liberals want us to put in check?

That’s right, our guns, they want us to turn them in,

For as long as we have them socialism cannot win.

Each day our liberal government denies our rights,

As they put God fearing people in their sights,

So I will keep my gun, and I will use it if I must,

To defend my inherited right to say, “In God We Trust”.

For the very foundation of this great land of ours,

Is now being threatened, and it may only be hours,

Till God is completely removed from every part,

And this country is stripped of its very heart.

For today freedom of religion is no longer a right,

But a battle ground for which we must fight.

So if you ask me for my gun, the answer is no!

Try to take it, and if there’s a hell, you’ll know.