Oh, you've got to love this!

J

John/az2

New member
I recieved this in my mail box recently, and I just had to share it with you, because [sarcasm] I thought it was so well done! [/sarcasm] :rolleyes:

If you recieve this, let it die!

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>"Mommy"

Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did
What I was told,
I went to school, I got straight As',
I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
I never said goodbye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go,
But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun,
He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny,
Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy;
That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend;
That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister;
That she is the only now,
And tell my dear sweet Grandmother;
I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends;
That they always were the best,
Mommy, I'm not the first,
I'm no better then the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers;
I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this,
And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me?
No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others,
Mommy, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy, tell the doctors;
I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor,
Trying not to cry. :*(
Mommy, I'm slowly dying,
With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy, please remember,
I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy, I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack,
Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I'm not coming back.
I wanted to go to college,
I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy;
On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married,
I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress,
Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy, I'm must go now,
The time is getting late,
Mommy tell my boyfriend,
I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have,
I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is,
"Mommy, I love you"

----In Memory Of The School Shootings----
If this poem touched you in any way, please pass it on. And
even if it didn't, pass it on just for the memory of the innocent
children.[/quote]

:GAG:
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John/az

"The middle of the road between the extremes of good and evil, is evil. When freedom is at stake, your silence is not golden, it's yellow..." RKBA!

[This message has been edited by John/az2 (edited March 21, 2000).]
 
Pardon me while I pressure-wash the vomit from my keyboard :p

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NRA/GOA/SAF/USMC

"Is your church BATF approved?"

[This message has been edited by Longshot (edited March 21, 2000).]
 
"Daddy"

Dad, I never believed a single word when you sat me on your knee,
bout how you fought those Korean guys, cus it was freedom you wanted for me.

Dad, I never knew just what you meant when you gave me my own gun to fire,
you said one day when I was big I'd be a soldier or a flyer.

Dad, our trips afield for fur and fowl, hang with me every hour,
you showed me how to do it right so our meals would never sour.

Dad, I knew just what you meant when I went off to battle,
you said if we gave up the fight, we'd be nothing more than cattle.

Dad, I'd never thought that all those lessons would do any good when I got big,
your constant reminders taught me how to buy Colt's, H&K, Glock, and Sig.

Dad, today I see all that you did was to ensure I'd know what was right,
that I'd help my family and my friends protect their freedom, and even fight.

Dad, more and more each and every day we're faced with a tough decision,
should we wait'n take another "law", or start firing with precision.

Paul Revere
 
Awesome poem Paul. It brings tears to my eyes. :(
Unlike the other, its basis is truth.

robert

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"But now, he that hath a purse, let him take it, and likewise his scrip; and he that hath no sword, let him sell his garment, and buy one." -Jesus Christ (Luke 22:36, see John 3:15-18)
 
John... You should reply to the "caring person" who sent this to you, thanking them for continuing to propogate the "wisdom" of HCI...

GAG!
 
ok I didn't have a lot of time to work on this so if anyone can find lines that fit better but here goes.

"Mommy"
Mommy Mommy please don’t cry
Its not your fault we had a hot burglary late one night,
He told his friends that it was cool
And then he broke in our door,
With a great kick from his boot.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told
I called 911 just as sure as gold
I went straight to the bed room and hid away
But Mommy, he found me any way,
I heard him beat you up and dump you on the floor,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go,
But Mommy, please don't cry.
It not your fault you were out like a light,
He hit me once then again,
And all because I called 911 again,
I didn’t fell much after he used that bat.
Mommy, please tell Daddy;
That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend;
That it wasn't just a crush.
And don’t tell my little sister;
That she survived cause she hide that much better,
And tell my dear sweet Grandmother;
I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends;
That they always were the best,
Mommy, I'm not the first,
I'm no better then the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers;
I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this,
And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me?
No one deserves this, from criminals
who are friends of the state
Mommy, warn the others,
Mommy, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy, tell the doctors;
I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor,
Trying not to cry. :*(
Mommy, I died slowly,
With a beat-in head,
But Mommy, please remember,
I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy, Its not your fault they took your gun,
Its not daddy’s either
that he wasn’t there,
Working to pay the taxes the way he did.
Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I'm not coming back.
I wanted to go to college,
I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy;
On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married,
I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress,
But now I am a statistic for a liberals spate
Mommy, I wanted to live and be free.
Instead I got terror in a gun free state,
But Mommy, I'm must go now,
The time is getting late,
Mommy tell my boyfriend,
I'm sorry, but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have,
I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is,
"To bad we lost that gun, our protection from criminals of the state"

besides I flunked poetry in highschool.
 
John,
Why don't you E-mail this poem back to them?
If any one feels that it is worthy, and wishes to E-mail it around, you have my permission.

"A WARM SUMMER'S NIGHT"

Was a warm summer's night,
As I slept in my bed,
With my wife by my side,
I had nothing to dread.

Loaded guns in the safe,
and 2 Rotts on the floor,
with strong deadbolt locks,
on each and every door.

Startled out of my sleep,
the dogs started to roar,
I heard breaking of glass,
at the family room door.

Then, blamm, blamm, blamm, blamm!
the Rotts whimpered and yelped,
My buddies where dying,
But how could I help?

I leaped from the bed,
swung the safe open wide,
Slipped my wife her Walther,
and then racked back my slide.

I took stock of my ammo,
only eight and then seven,
as I sighted down the barrel,
of my P ninety-seven.

I glanced at my wife,
who was shaken and scared,
To utter a sound,
neither one of us dared.

As we hid behind cover,
and stared at the door,
we could hear booted footsteps,
running across the bare floor.

Who where these invaders,
dressed all in black?
Could we be under,
a military attack?

Gangsters or Crack Heads?
What could I do?
They killed our dogs,
would they murder us too?

And then in the doorway,
hooded figures appear,
flashes came from their muzzles
as they drew near.

I emptied one mag,
than slammed in the spare,
and emptied the second,
as fast as I dare.

The slide, it locked back,
I had given my best,
As a burst of hot lead,
ripped open my chest.

Knocked to the floor,
unable to fight,
I knew I was dying,
The room got so bright.

Is my wife still alive?
Are my children all dead?
Or did the bullets fly by,
as they hid in their bed?

Redeemed by the Lamb,
and cleansed from all sin,
I tried to protect,
my wife and children.

Lord unto You,
My Soul I now trust,
But why did I die,
In a Federal drug bust?

As I took my last breath,
I heard one confess,
"Damn! Sargent!" he yelled,
"Wrong freaking address!"

---In Memory of The Innocent People Murdered by Our Government's War on Drugs---

[This message has been edited by Gusgus (edited March 22, 2000).]

[This message has been edited by Gusgus (edited March 22, 2000).]
 
I sent this to who I hope was the author:

<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Hopefully you are the author of this poem.

If you are not, but know who is, would you please forward this message? Thank you.

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I hope that you have written similar poems about children being killed in vehicular accidents (e.g. drunk driving, red light running, etc.), or drowning in pools, or dieing because of a misdiagnosis from the medical profession that is still “practicing” medicine, because each could be easily substituted into this poem.

Why? Because there are more children that die from each one of these tragedies annually, than die from gunshot wounds annually. Why doesn’t the media focus on these tragedies? Are they too commonplace?

It’s a shame that the various sources of news focus on such a small portion of the sources of children’s deaths. Any death of a child is a tragedy. I have several children myself, and so I know of what I speak.

If you are a Christian you must understand that God knows the beginning from the end. This knowledge, to me, is a great source of comfort, because I know that death is not the end of any of us. If you do not understand this soothing principle, I would admonish you to learn it and understand it.

If you are not a Christian, or have no religious belief of a continuance after death, then a child’s death (or anyone else’s death for that matter) is made exponentially more tragic regardless of the method implemented to take their life.

If you are promoting “gun control” through this piece you have authored, then shame on you! It’s a cheap way of garnering support for an unprincipled grab of power that is neither authorized by our Constitution, nor supported in history as the “right thing to do.”

Get educated. And I say that as a sincere invitation. Emotion alone is worthless and temporary unless it has a foundation of truth.

Here are some good places to start, www.handguncontrol.net and http://www.dd-b.net/RKBA/

Sincerely,

John
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John/az

"The middle of the road between the extremes of good and evil, is evil. When freedom is at stake, your silence is not golden, it's yellow..." RKBA!
 
It doesn't rhyme but give it a chance:

Pray to mortals
for one more law,
beg for safety,
barter liberty.
Sell mine too,
to save yourself.
Write weepy letters,
plead with movie stars
And elected thieves
to save you,
BUT . . . .
don’t pretend
surprise when
Inevitability
collects
the bill.
 
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