So, what does it mean
The 4th of July
In liberty’s quest?
To celebrate in its decline
Indebted to the few
With so much cash in greed’s heavy chest
So many, fighting in need
Wars fought in Justice claims
Lost in ambiguous reality
Dominated in violent White
Generating the Blues
Of others blood flowing Red
As Bible babble screams
Death to those who don’t believe
In what freedom has not achieved
In sophistication’s sharpened sword
Telling truth’s fable to those
Who don’t share Liberty’s knowing
Of the flush of Possesion’s owning.
So, march and sing
To the violent beat
And join in the parade of the enemy’s defeat
Return in victory on the body’s crutches
With surviving hearts of pain
Broken in wounded trust
In meaning’s senselessness in other minds ringing
Who then find themselves killing
So many innocent ones like us.
And then there are the others
Who now carry another flag
In their freedom’s defeat.
Why do we celebrate guns?
Worship the profit
In there deadly sophistication
And join the chorus of death’s celebration
Of war’s dead children
And their father’s last breath
Dying for hidden purpose in victory’s tears
Again and again and again
More and more over the years
Its purpose lost to the brain
Buried in feeling’s fears
The 4th of July
Where rockets fly
In their red glare
Where dollars sing in solitaire
And hungry children cry
Bombs bursting in air
Fall from the sky
Land on the ground
In its deadly sound
As everyone in the village die.
Celebrate the 4th of July?
Pie in the sky
Rockets in air
Brings nothing to my heart
But despair.