4th of July

Doug Parker
4th of July Poem
I pick my hand up,
Not by my will,
But by the powers that carry me,
Nothing but strings attached

Gun in hand, desire in mind
Freedom in my eyes,
Hesitation will now only bring failure

As I walk towards my enemy,
Defying my strings,
I carry more than my rifle,
More than my allies,
I carry my will to be free,
My allies' will to be free,
My family's will to be free

This is not my revolution,
This is not our revolution,
This is not America's revolution,
This is the World's revolution

My gun fires,
But the men in front of me are not my target,
My target, my enemy
Are the strings that govern my movements,
Govern my strength,
The strings that govern me

The gunfire scatters the field,
I see my allies carry the same will as I,
We hold no regrets,
If so be it, we are ready to die
Our will is our strength,
The revolution is our desire,
More than 30,000 of our puppet masters,
Die in a blaze of gunfire

We were against all odds,
But we're now free,
For our victory tonight,
Made us independent on the 4th of July

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