“second amendment” By Jack Kimball

He died – from blood dead shot, and just today;
sought some petty fight – gun pulled proudly, he gave all.
(With no amends for freedom), fought the fray,
while his one sweet love, in anguish, saw him fall.

“Militia’s rights”, with bold blind eyes he’d said;
State security and no limits most of all.
And now he slept with pried cold hands now dead,
where his one sweet love, in anguish, saw him fall.

Protect homes, family; clear rights he’d say.
But was he fighting all for one and one for all;
defending himself - or the NRA?
when his one sweet love, in anguish, saw him fall.

He walks with lives long dead; now none choose sides.
The gathered men look down, patriots one and all;
lives bullet wasted– and no love stands beside.
For their one sweet love’s still living.
For their one sweet love’s still mourning.
- about the fall.