Time for another poem
EVERY MAN SHOULD HAVE A GUN
So I sit and write and ponder
While the house is deaf and dumb
Seeing visions over yonder
Of the war I know must come
In the corner, not a vision
But a sign of coming days
Stands a box of ammunition
And a rifle in green baize
And in this, the living present
Let the word be through the land
Every tradesman, clerk, and peasent
should have these two things at hand
No, no ranting song is needed
And no meeting, flag or fuss
In the future still unheeded
Shall the spirit come to us.
Without feathers drum or riot
On the day that is to be
We shall march down very quiet
To our stations by the sea
While the bitter parties,
Stifle every voice that warns of war
Every man should have a rifle
And cartridges in store.
Henry Lawson, 1907