Fourth of July
Celebration date,
before war, a wonderous sight.
A sky full of light.
Acrid smell of sulfur.
A reawakening of the child within.
A couple years later,
homecoming long past,
the sounds of freedom ring loud.
Confusion abounds,
darkness surrounds,
lights flashing,
bombs bursting,
previous sounds of joy,
now release fear and dread.
Instant return to war.
Hot and dusty world,
keeping my head down,
I duck and hide.
They say it's normal.
That it's okay.
How can I tell them,
I don't want to live this way.
I guess some day
enough time will pass.
to once again...
Enjoy Freedom's Day.
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