Please Stop the FireworksA Poem by AliciaBCelebration?Booms of vivid red and green; Showers of golden sparks like the boughs of a willow; Whistling, shrieking spirals of brilliant white. My family stands upon the riverbank, Oohing and cheering in admiration, And I stand beside them with my face turned up to the night, A prescribed smile of wonder upon my lips As my eyes reflect the jubilation exploding above me. But inside, my heart is breaking. Because I know That every boom is a round of mortar fire And every whistle is the scream of an incoming shell And every flash is the angel of Death in the sky And the popping of store-bought self-amusement in the streets Is the sound of gunshots, And where tomorrow the pavement will be stained with ashes and scraps of cardboard Some eyes will see sprays of blood and shreds of flesh. New Year’s Eve and the Fourth of July, the Vietnam veteran said. Those are the times that it’s the worst, When every former soldier is thrown back into battle with the demon memories Brought on by the explosions that fill the American sky. The sights, the sounds awaken their senses To a living nightmare they never truly escaped While our untainted eyes and ears are filled with the beauty of the spectacle. So open to sensation - How can we be so senseless? I feel bad saying this, Because I don’t want to ruin something That others think is beautiful. But I don’t think it’s right To celebrate our country’s independence By tormenting the people who gave so much to defend it.
So please - Stop the fireworks. © 2016 AliciaBAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on July 4, 2016 Last Updated on July 4, 2016 AuthorAliciaBAboutI love running, drawing, reading, and writing (obviously). I am an absolute nerd and a huge fan of The Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit. I am Roman Catholic, I have three younger sisters, and I am reall.. more..Writing
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