Today is the fourth of July
A nation in celebration
Of principals that were lies

We are the mass manufactures
Of misery throughout the world

Comfy in our kitchens
While bystanders wear
Modern warfare

Our children think it’s a video game
Head shots that got them lots
Of points to rank up online
Bombs only hit enemies
So that’s fine
And you can be a digital war hero

But reality troubles me
Families wear mortar crimson colored death
Bullets break more than skin
Take more than just our kin
Take away the right to breath
The right to believe
There will ever be a better world

I lose myself in the insanity
My hand hits the computer screen
From trying to reach out and stop the screams

The blood still flows
The rubble still grows
Like a sick slick rose red garden
Planted with dead bodies

My faith in the great America
Does not exist
So happy fourth of ******* July
You can keep that worthless ****