Mr. "Progressive"

I beg your pardon
Mr. Progressive
I
Got some questions for you
Can you please tell me
What's so progressive
About taking my guns
And murdering a baby
In her mother's womb?
Don't you know
That villain don't care
About
Your useless gun laws ?
He'll steal the gun
To shoot your son
And make you wish
You had the balls
I beg your pardon
Mr. Progressive
I'm sure
You're quite confused
Don't you know it's your fear
Of living in freedom
That fuels
Your unattainable muse ?
And don't you know that God
Is the only king
That we
Can trust ?
So until
He comes again
It's the American way
Or bust
So I beg your pardon
Mr. Progressive
Once more
I have to ask you
Can you please tell me
What's so progressive
About taking my guns
And murdering a baby
Just born from her mother's womb ?