Fifteen youths coming at you <br />With baseball bats chains and knives <br />Hate written all over there faces <br />You pull out your Forty Four Magnum <br />Feet spread apart like dirty Harry <br />And let rip, suddenly when the smoke has cleared <br />There is a couple of dead bodies <br />A lot of wood and metal <br />And the sound of a pack of cowards <br />Pounding the pavement heading west <br />When the Cops come you hand them your Gun License <br />You plead self defence, which is your right <br />If you were a criminal you wouldn't have a gun License <br />And you would have pissed off <br />The theory is there will allways be illegal Guns <br />But the Law abiding Citizen will have a License <br />You should have the right to bare arms <br />For your self defence <br /> <br />Repost Series 2006<br /><br />allan James saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-merit-of-having-a-gun-license/
