*This poem was written by the greatest guy in the...
As i lay on my bed...
The crowd gathers, cheers pierce the air
men, women, and children, not one a care...
Amid-st war and diversity the bell rang
the people shouted and oh how they sang...
The flag billows high.
The red, white and blue...
Springing up from rest,
Flames erupt with excitement...
Crouching in the long lost leaves
thousands of warriors...
Freedom,
nature of joyfulness;and...
4th of July, our nation's birthday date
but now a sale of fireworks bate...
I can see the turmoil in my people's streets
on this immoral plain of stone sorrow greets...
Innate prosperity all over her body,
Nebulous acts of - terrorism tear her soul...
Red,
Its the color of roses that bloom in the spring...
Independence to you means parties and plans
Independence to me means blood and death...