Rule 308 (three-oh-eight)
When Marxist mayors order their police to stand down,
So that Antifa thugs can beat old men to the ground,
Don’t think they’ve surrendered, or been run out of town.
Politicians should consider, and media bosses beware:
When Amendment One is abridged, the Second’s still there,
Just watching and waiting, like a rattlesnake in its lair.
When justice is perverted, and Marxist judges legislate,
When free speech is censored, then banished as hate,
Then the only rule standing will be Rule 308.
excellent post #4
beautiful
Great post - Thanks!
Great poem, we should come up with something that rhythms with 6.5 creedmoor. Deadly accurate round.
You could substitute “Rule 6.5 Creedmoor” in that poem, but the meter doesn’t work very well.
:^)