July 4, 2013
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Parade of Liberty
Among the 300 million that silently line the Avenue
We stand shoulder to shoulder but some feel alone
Our chests swell as the Flags pass
Hand on heart we only feel the beat of the parade drums
And hear the hooves of Horses with backward facing stirrups
pulling caissons draped with red white and blue
Carrying those as battle spent as the munitions it once held.
Passing the tears of widows and the salutes of little boys
Trump….Trump….Trump.trump.trump
Trump….Trump….Trump.trump.trumpThe long parade of Liberty, hard fought, slowly passes.
DSS
Comments (2)
Freedom is never free. Today seems more about the celebrating instead of the cost… too many want to ignore the costs. It is a sign of our time.
The only problem I find with this is the plural, caisson.