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Freedom's Arms
 
This is my rifle, this is my gun;
One is for fighting, one is for fun.
Protecting my Country, my job never done;
Shared by many, owned by none.

The Constitution states, these are my rights;
Remain ever watchful, and do hold tight.
There are those, would steal them blind;
Should you lose sight, between the lines.

This my Country, this is my flag;
This is my home, on the soil I stand.
Enter unwelcome, I caution you wise;
Your last life lesson – your demise.

This is my Gun, this is my Flag;
One bound to the other, within my hands.
Carried with me, wherever I go;
Surrendered to no one, now this, you know.

By 33smiles

© 2011 33smiles (All rights reserved)

 

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