FAUX FREEDOMA Poem by Eddie PhillipsChicago is a getting increasingly violent. I pray for my family on this Independence Day.BOOM went the fireworks on this Independence Day. POP POP went the gunfire in the park were my children play. The day was filled with BBQ and friends and family having fun. Now we all duck and cover and innocent children are on the run. We celebrate the fourth but we are not liberated from this hell. The city is a growing nightmare and the heat just makes it swell. Millions are celebrating in earnest but only a few of us really see. While they celebrate liberty, people in this city don't live free. They say we can't light off fireworks but these thugs have guns. They run around firing; mowing down our children just for fun. I wish I really could enjoy this freedom but Chicago is a mess. It's a powder-keg of destruction and the city couldn't care less. It is horrible problem and I know many won't survive tonight. After this festival of fire there will bodies come morning light. All I can do is pray that God keeps my family safe and sound. We lay flat on the floor until the gunfire outside calms down. They celebrate our freedom as they ignore and refuse to see: The shots fired in the night are our prison in this land of the free! © 2014 Eddie Phillips © 2014 Eddie Phillips |
StatsAuthorEddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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