'Twas the Eve before Tyranny

'Twas the eve before Tyranny, when all through the land,
Not a creature was stirring, under the Administrations growing firm hand;

The alarm systems were enabled by families with care,
In hopes recruited DHS citizen agents, would not come there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of camps and jack-booted thugs danced in their heads;

Mamma with her shootin iron and my AR-15 barrel to the floor,
Had just changed shifts, at watching the door;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash;

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Showed up fleeting dark objects scurrying below;

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a small tank and vans, with federal agents eager to commandeer;

Around in a circle they watched through night vision,
With weapons pointed, excited to accomplish their mission.

Their leader in black, had a ski mask for his head,
I knew in a moment, we might all soon be dead.

More crafty than serpents, the minions they came,
And he raced, and he signaled, and he called them by name;

"Now, East! now, West! now, Rear and Front Flank!
Establish your positions and bring in that tank!"

"You! to the top of the porch! and You on that wall!
Now bring me that flamethrower and you'd better not stall!"

As dry leaves before a terrible storm fly,
Were set into motion, by the descending helicopter up in the sky,

So down on the house-top did the bright spotlight shine,
Sending a shivering chill right up my spine.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The scuffing and tapping of each little boot.

As I picked up my AR, and was turning around,
Down came the door, as it was smashed to the ground.

He was dressed all in Kevlar, and was as big as a tree,
His clothes were all bloodied and stained, from his last killing spree.

A cache of weapons he had flung on his back,
And drew out an FN-P90, from his back pack.

With thermal night vision he peered through the dwelling,
And his voice was gravely, as he began yelling!

And then for a moment, I thought I did hear,
Foreign language whispers, as we stood there in fear;

He scanned the whole room, as he slowly turned his head,
And I shuddered when I saw him, as we dove under the bed;

He singled us out and pointed at me, And turned to his minions,
He shouted, GRAB THEM! GET THEM! BEFORE THEY CAN FLEE!

He spoke not a word, as they bound and hooded us all,
Then out of our rooms, we were dragged down the hall.

This night in our house could not pass without bloodshed,
When in the kitchen, he shot our cowering dog while still in her bed;

Out into the night we were drug through the snow,
And into a van he threw us, where he would take us, we could not know.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Tell Homeland Security we've finished the fight!"