“And the rockets’ red glare”…It was the 4th, and today is the 5th, somethings remain, and other things change. Tanks and Troops, Aircraft, and Artillery, a parade of military might, right in front of the world to see, and at the center of all the bling, bang and boom, a BAFOON, acting as the MC, provided America with the vision of a country minus freedom, minus equality, and missing the entire point of when the bombs went bursting in air! Never once mentioning the Concentration Camps, the rise in hate crimes, the rise of Theocracy, the invasion of a foreign government’s involvement in our elections, nor the great divide of wealth pervasive and sinister within our communities, all we heard was some science fiction about a Space Force, Men on Mars, and the best, bigger, most best, most bigger Administration this nation had been hoodwinked into placing in office.
“This land is your land”… Ah, then we had the VIP sections, the mini-palaces for the puppet masters to sit and enjoy taxpayer money being spent to present one more reality show…but then, of course, it was not the VIP’s tax dollars being spent, because they hardly paid any taxes…their donation to this country’s finances went directly to the Crime Family known as Trump, and the Oligarchs known as the leadership of the Republican Party. Who needs National Parks, education only causes people to vote for the Dems, so take some money from that Department? “…this land was made for you and me”…only if you are white, privileged, and either an orange ass licker or the puppet master holding the strings of government in your greedy and gluttonous hands.
“I have a DREAM”…Sounded good, made sense, but then evil stepped in and all of the hate which HAD always remained since the days of the Civil War, (a war in which the South did not lose), and the DREAM turned into a long nightmare. Morals, values, hope heart, peace, and promise, like grains of sand began slipping through the fingers of a nation which fought a war of Revolution to become more than a place of torment and strife. “In a sense, we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence (Yeah), they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. (MLK). On the 4thof July 2019, that promissory note was torn to shreds, and if you looked closely enough you could witness the slow and painful death of democracy.
