Who is there to tell me that I cannot take a life,
If the one I kill, for evil thrill, confronts my child or wife?
Who denies me retribution and the right of self defence,
Has no ken of truth or logic, or Christian common sense.

He who would prevent me from protecting my loved kin,
Must the Devil Incarnate be, the father of all sin!
But I’ll fight that bloody Satan until my final breath,
So be forewarned, oh Lucifer, we battle to the death!

But stop and think before you act, what weapons Satan has,
He holds a mighty armory to aid his vile trespass.
So first I must defy him with a Mano Carnutta fist,
The right-hand horned symbol which Diablo can’t resist.

When thus weakened by my power, he is easily my prey,
And I will deal him such a blow he’ll see his final day.
The judge will summon me, no doubt, to explain my fatal fight,
I need only quote the scriptures and our Constitution Right.

If justice is denied me then I must linger in a jail,
But fear of such an unjust fate will not cause to make me fail
To protect all those who, rightly, rely upon my skill
To not shy from fatal battle and my bounden task fulfill.

This Christian ethic still pertains and marks us from those others,
Who have no obligation to protect children and their mothers.
But the ancient men of Britain, would oft that battle win,
They stood fast against the heathen to protect their weaker kin.

So you sons of Merry England, the Irish, Welsh and Scots,
Join with other Christians to save mothers and their tots.
To keep them safe from any harm by all the heathen bands
We must stand firm and ready with weapons in our hands.

Let the UN preach and pontificate their worldwide ban on guns,
Then -- shove it and forget it, for we’re our father’s sons!
When Arab Mullas threaten us we’ll resist them, unafraid
We stand ready, armed and willing to mount the fourth Crusade.

Willy Floyd, Westbridge, B.C.