Oleg Volk
Is several lousy cents
But what would you pay to have them
When your world is about to end?
When your door hangs open, splintered
When your family screams for help
When half-dozen revolver cartridges
Are all that can ward off hell
The price of weapons and training
Seems high on a peaceful day
But most would pay it gladly
To emerge unscathed from a fray
When evil comes home to dinner
Or tells you to come along
We'd shoot and not spare the ammo
Until every hostile is gone
The price of defense is money
Time and certainly sweat
But that spending pays real dividends
When no other options are left
When we stop mad dogs or people
Mere inches from those we love
To hell with the cost accounting
Fight hard when push comes to shove!"
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