America, Your Skies!
America, your skies
are
roaring, clashing with
colors and chemistry
(the blackbird perched on the
wire was terribly startled)
America, you're two hundred
thirty-three years old
today
(what would your founding
fathers say/think now?)
each of your own has
shed blood for you
wept for you
some died for you
we die
when you die, America
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