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"THANK GOD FOR THE TREES"
Copyright (C) 2008, by: scruffyeagle.com
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Thank God, for the trees that obscure and hide
The riotous display of lights in the sky,
Celebrating the freedom that was ripped from me
By brute force abuse of law in a court
When they kidnapped my child and accused me
Of all that I despise.
Yes, thank God for the trees.
If I could only do something about the sound...
I hear the booming, and sounds like guns -
Firecrackers, that share the rape of the air
For the dullards and lucky ones who've never been
Raped in the court room like fathers, like me.
The sizzling of phosphorus and sulfer missiles
Echoing carnage survived by forefathers;
While mothers wreak havoc, and kill families -
Enslaving the fathers and children for thrills.
Power-trips in black robes, after aerobics.
Where's their hoods? Dressed in blue, I suppose.
When I was young, the 4th of July
Was wonderful fun, and family time.
Now, I'm alone, and my child's growing up
With no clue who I am, by threat of law.
I'd rather not see the proud celebration
Pretending I have what was raped from me.
Red, for the blood that was spilled to gain freedom.
White, for purity that once existed.
Blue, for the blood in the veins of survivors.
Black, for jack-boots and power-trippers.
Green, for the greed and betrayal of all.
There's burning above, like crosses on fire -
Scorching the clouds, to prove it's all right.
Thank God, for the trees.
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