I Still Love the Fourth
I'm not a fan of what it means to some, now.
We shook off tyranny and stood as one,
Declaring each soul on “our” land was free,
And blood was spilled until the cause was won
To claim this piece of Earth for you and me.
Right or wrong, we've fought to maintain hold
Shrugged off our heroes' bloody, final stand
And came back with a countenance so bold,
To allow our southern border to expand.
We braved the “bombs that burst in air” to keep
Our banner flying over freedom's lands.
The sight and sound of war embedded deep
And honored covering our hearts with hands.
Tonight, neighbors will burst bombs o'er our town
In an attempt to burn our houses down.
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I know there are those who won't appreciate my stand on this. Here's the thing: starting about 10PM last night, our neighbors launched barrage after barrage of stadium-size mortars over our houses. Fireworks are strictly prohibited by law within our city limits, except in the stadium celebrations that have emergency crews on hand.
In addition to the fire danger, our dogs were terrorized to the point that they wouldn't go out to relieve themselves, and didn't until this morning.
Yes, it will happen again tonight, with a vengance. There will be too many for law enforcement to deal with, so they will only dispatch where there is damage done.
I dare anyone to challenge our patriotism. This is about common sense and public safety.
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About the Creator
Dana Crandell
Dad, Stepdad, Grandpa, Husband, lover of Nature and dogs.
Poet, Writer, Editor, Photographer, Artist
My poetry collection: Life, Love & Ludicrosity
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