I wrote this poem for my little sister several years ago, when my infant niece, her baby daughter, was killed in a terrible firearms accident. Another child got ahold of a misplaced handgun, and it discharged when he accidentally dropped it. The bullet passed through my niece’s brain and tore her from our lives. It was an event that completely changed my perspective on gun ownership.
The framers themselves established a precedent allowing for the Constitution to change and to grow. It proves that our founders wanted us to continue evolving into something better.