The fireworks explode
and create a great light
While there is still evil
creeping through the night
The city streets
are filled with eyesore, blight
There is no freedom
and no one to make it right
The stock market promises
hope and redemption
While we all worry about
our own connections
No one cares about
the next election
We are all to caught up
in our own depression
Where is freedom
Where is liberty
Where is the hope
for which our ancestors died
Where is freedom
Were is liberty
Where is the peace
we have fought for
Copyright © Donna Grayson
www.donnagrayson.com