"Independence Day"
July 3, 2009
J. L. Foster
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Freedom folds one thousand times.
From the stillness bursts the skies.
Many lights sparkle high above
To constitute this land that many love.
The lights reflect our independence
And the day we gained our senses.
Or do they reflect the bombs of war
That was fought along the shore?
Did the sky not light with fire?
Did the soldiers not feel it dire
To arm themselves with hands of fury
And ensure this land for the weary?
And do we not bomb right now
In other lands that we call foul?
And do their skies not brighten up light
With the fires throughout the night?
Please now, do not be offended
By these words you might wanted mended.
I am simply not a fan of the fire
That lights up the sky with political power.
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