I've heard tell that today is the Fourth of July.
Alas, I don't feel it . . . not in my bones, not
in my soul. Things, or perhaps people, have
conspired to place this once great nation, in
the hands of those who would view it as a
commodity rather than a nation fought and
strived for. It's always been difficult for me
to accept the throes of labor and the birthing
of a nation on a land that wasn't ours. Those
who proclaimed to adopt, rape and pillage,
beat into submission this amazing land, did
so I imagine, with a great future in mind. I'm
not thinking that the end necessarily justified
the means. However, I do get it on some level.
This, this that is happening today, has no such
justification, real or imagined and I fear for
all our souls.
sorrow in my soul
for today does not exist
imagination
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