Freedom Rings
Roundup lassoes, swinging
Roping stars of wide open country
Sweetheart moon is swooning
Cowboy smiles wrangling darlins
Tobacco spitt’n anywhere the varmint wants
Yellow taxis the color of the sun
Brighten the slate gray egregious city
The pace of walkers as short
Or long as the length of their legs
Spoiled dogs slow them down mean
People drag them by their ordinary collars
Honking horns and finger signs
Freely expressed
Southern gentlemen so polite
Extend an invite with their drawling intent
On fishing, hunting, and a slow cooked dinner
With the misses then a few missed phone calls
Messages overflowing on the other end
fingers tapping, knuckles bruising, years passing
Northerners abrupt but follow through
Quick to snap things done
Even if the wife waits and waits for dinner
The North won
The war but the South is free to ignore
Yet the gentleman runs
Goes all out when his neighbors shout help
puts the burgers on
as his kids obey his every command
yes, sir
US Americans are a riot
A riotting bunch
With pitchforks and torches
No, wait that was Transylvania...in the old country
Still, you get the point
Speaking of stills…
Free to drink since prohibition of prohibition but
Don’t drink and drive or drive and text
And wait until you’re twenty one
Liberating expression
Leads to catastrophic cacophony
Taking knees
Meddling with the media
Flagellating flags
Beating up on confederate statues
Digging graves to bury history
Building walls
Forging freedom rings
Freedom rings…
8/24/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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