The day of independence for law breakers
In the land of the Free Captives,
A day for kids to fire off firearms during the fireworks,
Then fights break out right afterwards,
And neighborhoods turn to night clubs afterwards,
And we drink to forget that this is the 1st, 2nd, or 3rd year that ‘so and so’ ain’t here for this,
USA chants become sirens,
And little girls with sparklers go missing on dark streets,
This is the purge,
Nothing like the vision of the heads of the mount
But this is where Uncle Sam is hugged before the Founding Fathers,
This is America’s least favorite dream


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