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Poetic License: NRA Sermon on the Mount

By Staff | Oct 14, 2015

Suffer the little children unto me

They shall not suffer harm

I will teach them how to read and shoot

And never to disarm.

If Government comes to take their guns

Or regulate their size

They’ll know how to aim and how to shoot

A foe between the eyes.

They won’t be lilies of the field

Raised by a Liberal code

I’ll teach them to empty out the clip

And quickly to reload.

No need to train and arm the teachers,

If a shooter eludes patrols,

The entire class will rise en masse

And fill him full of holes.

And if some left-wing parents

My teachings dare reject,

The Second Coming and Amendment

Will teach them all respect.

“Love thy neighbor as thy handgun,

Keep both within your reach

And you won’t have to enter heaven soon,”

Is the sermon that I preach.

Suffer the little children unto me,

They’ll see the promised land,

With a Bushmaster in their backpacks

And a Glock in each tiny hand.