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The Guns of Illiad
In days of yore, when men did gather ‘round, A nation birthed on freedom’s hallowed ground, The framers etched upon parchment true, The Second Amendment, a vision they drew.
But what of this amendment, so debated, Does it proclaim an individual’s fate? Within its words, a deeper meaning hides, Of rights, militias, and where truth resides.
A time of turmoil, Revolution’s call, When patriots rallied, one and all, Their struggle fierce, against oppression’s might, They sought to safeguard freedom’s sacred light.
In those ancient days, militias stood tall, Well-regulated, ready to heed the call, To defend the nation, both far and wide, From tyrants’ reach, they’d never abide.
Thus, the framers penned, with careful thought, A Second Amendment, to be the lot, Of those who sought to bear arms with pride, But collective defense, they sought to provide.
“The right of the people,” the words did say, A collective right, for the people to sway, Not merely the right of one, alone and free, But a call to arms for the community.
“Keep and bear Arms,” the language did state, A well-regulated force, a shared fate, To keep arms, to own them with respect, And bear them forth, as duty did…
