Rockets Red Glare
A scent of sulfer fights its way
across dusk's dessicated haze
sirens scream for their fill
working their double patriotic duty
on this dreadful day
I muscle another sip of my heritage
warming as the thin ice melts quickly
keeping all sorts of burns at bay
echos fill the sky as light rains
in amber waves of courage
where egos speak of freedom
and children are left to abscond
from the hollow resound
one more for the road warrior
unbeknownst tomorrow's pounding
will be at least twice as loud
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