It was on a Monday late in the afternoon
Darkness filled the day and horror became the view...
Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...
It was Fourth of July weekend
Piedmont Park...
On the cross, hangs my King,
Beaten, bruised, not broken...
You are afraid, not sure,
What did your mama tell you to preserve...
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Two numbers that can change a memory...
I had such a bang
on the 4th of july...
The fireworks explode above my head
lighting up my daughters faces...
Freedom,
nature of joyfulness;and...
My thoughts on this Fourth
As the Sun rose upon the vast beachheads of...
How does it make sense
It just doesn’t make sense...
From central part of whirling fast unsteady...
I hear the sigh dissolve with many annihilated...