Song For The Second Amendment Poem by Norma Hass

'I do not fear the working class, ' Jay Gould was heard to laugh.
'I could hire one half of them to kill the other half.'
Modern Goulds have lots of cash to pay their gunners'fee.
Ungun the Goon Squad before you ungun me.

'I do not fear the middle class, ' a modern Gould exclaims,
'With tort reform to rescue me when whiners file their claims.
They can't afford a lawyer. We've banned contingency.
And when there's no more middle class, they'll crawl for jobs to me.'

Now all you small investors, however can you know
How Wall Street thugs and banksters are looting all your dough?
'You're upper class like us, ' they say to sway your vote,
Till you're broke and living in your car- and they're still free to gloat.

I don't begrudge Richbritches his mansions, planes, and yachts.
But he's buying politicians. That's how our country rots.
His private cops and prisons should have us all in fear:
He won't be shipping jobs abroad. He'll have slave labor here.

I do not fear our government's black 'copters in the sky,
But I do fear a Gouldy-Goon with a gunsight to his eye.
'We, ' squeal the greedy pigs, 'need armed security.'
Ungun the Goon Squad before you ungun me.

And you, Mr. Gouldy-Goon, when a plutocratic czar
Has ordered you to shoot us down, remember who you are.
Turn from that plutocrat. He doesn't own your soul.
Come bring your gun, and stand with us- and keep your conscience whole.