From far away battlefields to local towns
surges of Independence fills and drowns...
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...
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...
They say "we the people" started this...
The beautiful land that is mine, the same land...
How does it make sense
It just doesn’t make sense...
The tea went in the sea
It started with a Big Bang...