last night I fell asleep
to the bomb blasts of fireworks and my neighbors shouting 'merica! 'merica! this morning we awoke to a different type of fireworks - the forest kind the sky looks angry and the wind whips with fury something in me trembles a taste of what's to come? this independence day we realize we are not so independent as our green grass turns brown a couple of months early and our water supply dips to unprecedented lows my heart cries for mercy as we prepare for the full wrath of God when we will all turn in anguish "mother why have you forsaken us?" but it is we who abandoned her in search of our childish dreams of a sugar-coated, gun-powder-laced freedom that will never come *Original poem by Summer Starr, July 2015
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AuthorWild Lotus Living is me, Summer Starr. Here I share my personal musings and resources on my own path of unfolding Archives
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