Taken to the extreme one could imagine people ending up
in jail for not having a weapon in the house.
One could also imagine a gun-less homeowner being sued by the criminal. If the gun had been there, and been known to
be there, the criminal would have been deterred from entering the property. The lack of a gun could be construed almost as
an invitation to rob the house!
The “required to” part of it has its exemptions. If you are a felon, mentally disturbed or
object on religious or moral grounds you are not forced to have one.
I would choose not to own a gun. I am not a felon or mentally disturbed
(often) but I would object on religious grounds. Jesus lived in a violent world where life
under Roman rule was fragile but he didn’t carry a gun, or its equivalent for
those days, and neither did his followers.
I’m sure the issue is more complicated than that.
I stirred myself to write a poetic response. It touches on gun ownership, but also about
where you draw the line when it comes to how far you can go to protect yourself. When does the force you use to defend
yourself become excessive?
Defending the
Castle
A letter
most official sat
A
landmine on the doorstep mat
MacLean
and Sons, the letterhead
I read
their missive filled with dread
It seemed
that I was being sued
By M. J
Grant and his evil brood
M J
Grant? His face I sought
A witness
at the justice court
Some
months ago, his eldest child
Drank too
much and then went wild
He broke
into my house one day
To take
my treasures far away
A
baseball bat beside the door
I wielded
and he hit the floor
And as he
fell he broke his nose
And well
deserved one might suppose
He claims
I used excessive force
I will
plead innocent of course
My home’s
my castle I’ll defend
Intruders
I will apprehend
How
fortunate I had no gun
And shot
to death that father’s son
A broken
nose will one day mend
A bullet
won’t your life extend
It seems
to me a sorry case
That I,
the victim, must embrace
A lawyer
now to plead my cause
And fight
against such irksome laws
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