From far away battlefields to local towns
surges of Independence fills and drowns...
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...
The fireflies were still out
just before sunrise...
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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...
Happy Independence Day Namibia.
On Independence Day...
How does it make sense
It just doesn’t make sense...
The tea went in the sea
It started with a Big Bang...