|Posted by terminalhip on July 6, 2014 at 7:40 AM|
I feel the liberty that the nettles must transpiring in the wind, The Sun's bane, as it shifts hemisphere to hemisphere, again, Freedom cast, sterling for this. . ., The laurels traded for the hops and barely malt, The eagle for a shimmering, thundered finale. . . But, remember the 13 arrows- Industry exchanged for a half cost fix, can't buy much of worth in this shadow mix, Those who and fought and red run cold, blue for the valor of heights behold, white for the pure of nations told. . .yet the tint is all we assume, as bastions and legions crusade to doom, yeild not our way- as court's abstractions stray This our Independence Day- free from mire, quit, and undo measure, free from surrender, free to live and die as we choose, free, free to pursue. Lost in folly and in gain try to lessen liberty's pain. . ..