The bell of liberty is sundered now
No longer audible is freedom’s ring
To mend its broken form, we know not how
For it is cracked, along with everything
Crushed in the hot, moist maw of a dog day
This symbol of freedom could not withstand
The ancient, animal will to obey
Which howls, slavering, at ambitions grand
We are all hounds in an unsightly pack
And though we yearn to run madly at will
To our appointed place we must come back
And whining, pay what’s asked by the steep bill
Accumulated while we spend our days
Not free, but bound by ancient, dogged ways
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Nota Bene: This effort was prompted by the inimitable Mikeydred; the details can be found below:
The historical significance of this July day is spelled out in the calendar he generously supplied thusly:
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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