On this date, in the U.S. of A.
People celebrate
in their own way.
There are
hot dogs on grills
And the
fireworks’ thrills
With the
stars and stripes out on display.
Yet for many
who feel as I do,
There’s no
point to this hullabaloo,
For instead
of delight
At the flag’s
red and white,
All I see
and I feel is the blue.
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