TO US, A 5th ON THE 4th, #LIBERTY
I was here before the American ‘natives’ occupied the motherland, the great father’s sun
Rocked steady and rolled over the land and sea, dove and climbed low while I was too high
But I found out what it was and what it is and will always be, freedom my way or the highway
Come on over to my side where only you will be, all alone without your mama or papa, son.
Before you turn the page and swipe your last happy gasp of hot air from this pea of a Cosmos
Born in Chicago like me or in the F.L.A. or SFO bay, even way down Encinada way, no mas
Pasta or a taco, in the windy city of child molesters of me, maybe you, maybe you got lucky
Maybe you were protected by a Big Brother or a Big Sister who’d die to secure your safety.
Little boys and little girls, home grown from conception to birth, 1st grade to PhD philosophy
Putting in ‘two cents’ they are allowed with the #FreeSpeech they enjoy, due to free and brave
Not words, but men and women who at least risked their lives, some gave It All, phuqin’ see?
Oh, no you don’t get it phonetically, got to spell it out, that cat’d be censored, equals a slave.
Not a martyr just a honky brother from another mother, in a honky-tonk south of El Paso
Red bandana catchin’ the sweat from the drippin’ ceiling, where senorita’s take a minute
To be or not to be, you get what you give and nobody gets anything for free, not here baby
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 4th, 2018 @ 7:11 AM PST
{ written while jammin’ to nothin’ special other than, well hey, #WhyCantWeBeFriends? & HITS by #WARtheBand WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5DmYLrxR0Y8 }
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