Poetic License: ‘NRA Sermon on the Mount’
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Joe Pacheco
Suffer the little children unto me
They shall not suffer harm
I will teach them how to read and shoot
And never to disarm.
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.