Indepedence Day Poem by Leonard McGee

All five senses suppressed in

blood thirst quenching confusion,

randomly stirring my past in a

kaleidoscope of flashes, as my

throat clinches calming my stomach,

silencing my ringing ears to savor the moments

raining on my conscious cleansing the hatred,

guilt, and animosity while filling the void which

consumed my essence, blocked my foresight,

and erased all hope to allow an eye for an eye

justice to replace the love, restore the peace,

and repay his debts to society with chest

pounding percussions, blinding sparks of colored light,

and scented snow white smoke with an aftertaste of

gunpowder reminiscent of Independence Day