The right to bear arms?


I am not afraid of men per se,
what I fear is empowering him.
Deprived of the tools of destruction
we are, after all, merely feeble beasts
constrained by our physical limitations.
We may rage as is our nature,
we may threaten as is our way,
we may even strike out,
as proof of our immaturity,
unarmed we are relatively weak!
But how the beast changes when
rage is given expression by arms.
I tremble at our capacity to inflict harm!
Knowing the truth of our callousness,
our propensity for violence,
I wonder what madness drives society
to arm such beasts with impunity!
The archaic right to bear arms,
regardless of rights and wrongs, surely
belongs to a different era;
a dark age where tempers were vented
and hostilities openly enacted.
But in this day and age, can we not dare
to aspire to a more civilised way?
We know we cannot tame the beast,
God knows how we have tried in our hearts, but
surely we have reached the stage where we
can at least try to restrain it, deny it reason,
moral justification and the means to harm.
Surely it’s time that we embrace the truth,
and seek to cage our inhumanity, so that we may in time
learn to sleep in peace and allow others to do the same.