Thugging For Peace, Part Ii
The lead thug burst forth, swinging at Max,
catching him with a fist just under the eye,
Max pitched backwards, fell to the floor,
off-balanced, he slammed hard on his side.
The thug roared,”How do you like that, prick!
I got plenty more for you, damn Nazi!”
Then Ma heard the familiar racking of a bolt
from his mother’s favorite AR-15.
The thug went quiet, turning to see her,
a small women perched halfway down the stairs,
her rifle pointed straight at the fool’s head,
she said,”Hit him again, if you dare.”
The thug shook a bit, his mind racing fast,
overwhelmed by what it never thought could be,
Jana Clayborn kept them clear in her sights,
said,”The school has already called me.
“They told me about all that happened today,
about the walk-out, the speech, and all that,
and when I saw you pull in from upstairs,
it was quite clear your intentions were bad.
So let me explain it to you right now,
since you had not the sense to hear my boy’s words,
if your try anything I swear to high heaven
you might all just get what you deserve.
“I was one like you, I just went right along,
convinced that guns were something we must fear,
until one dark night a thug much like yourself
broke into this very house right here.
He was a big, and powerful man,
would’ve raped me in my marriage bed,
if not for my husband, and his thirty-eight,
putting two quick rounds in his head.
“From that day I decided I would no more
just wait around and hope hard for the best,
and I raised my son to stand up for himself,
not to mindlessly follow all the rest.
By your very actions here you prove his point,
that a person must always be ready
as long as this world is home to jerks like you,
who act likes thugs, then claim it’s for ‘peace.’”
She said not a word more, Max called the cops,
they arrived a half-hour later on in the day,
what had happened there was obvious,
and they took the three young thugs away.
Many hours were spent arguing on the phone
with school teachers made mad by the truth,
but they agreed to let Max graduate
when Jana’s lawyer showed up with a suit.
The thugs did two weeks in the county lock-up,
then spent another year on probation,
Max turned eighteen and bought a Winchester,
quite a classic choice for a first gun.
And for any who thought the whole tumult
would make Max shy away from the good fight,
let me tell you the story of his first college class,
and a professor who said cows had ‘rights…’
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018
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