Liberty’s Blade

A birthright claimed by every hand, 

Gun rights, the essence of the American brand. 

The Second Amendment, a defender's creed, 

Against tyranny's pull, it stands in need. 

Through ages past, the Second stands, 

A guardian strong in the free lands. 

But shadows cast by laws unclear, 

Restrictions placed, freedom's veneer. 

A chorus of voices, in debate they sway, 

On gun rights they ponder, where opinions lay. 

Gun control, a phrase with weight, 

In federal halls and by the state. 

Criminals roam, no law to bind, 

Through illicit paths, their firearms they find. 

Background checks, a feeble shield, 

Against the darkness, they seldom yield. 

In self-defense, a primal right, 

Against the shadows of the night. 

For when uncertainty is rife, 

A gun may safeguard one's own life.