Poem is by Brian McLaughlin:
Sitting amongst his friends
alone in his bunker
beans and rice
cases of water
a geneator and cans of gas
shotguns, hand guns
assault weapons
all with ammo to fit
prepared for the worst
not realizing
he is living
in a self made prison
one brought on by unwarrented fear
he's exercized his second amendment rights
but his freedom has disappeared
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