Anarchy, Freedom, A Gun And The Golden Rule Poem by Chuy Amante

perhaps I should seek medication
locked up or expelled from my Nation?

I recognize no manly 'authority' over me
I do know my inherent rights providing liberty

a great equalizer of men is the gun in my pocket
fully loaded and I don't lock it

I wouldn't dream of harming peace givers
but whoa unto him who to us pain delivers

free to be me, free to roam
in mountains or sea
treatly all equally
as i do for them
what i do for me

solve all of our problems with fairness
ignoring parasitical-political unawareness
all must win, none can suffer
The Golden Rule is our buffer!