The Fourth
The Fourth
Another Fourth among the years..
There are expressions this year
of doubt and anguish over
what seems to many as betrayal
of identity..
Other celebrating eyes are tilted
upward to perceive expected
explosions of artificial light..
A cultural divide..new searching
is underway and it is hoped that
exhausted minds will finally ask:
Who am I..?
Who are "we the people..?"
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