The fight is won. The fight is lost.
“One nation under all we trust”
The cry lifted to rally where
Some thousand varied banners stare.
The revolution burns anew!
Chorus, as once afore, sing out:
“Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit!”
Some thousand hopes, and all their doubts.
The night is black. The night is red.
The swords are drawn, and hearts have bled.
“For change, at last, we name one dream!”
Some thousand crowns, on one old king.
Penned July 4th, 2020, while
standing between two sets of sounds:
the booms of fireworks in one direction,
and the shouts of protests in the other.