What would have happened if we never stole this land?
Never polluted it with our cold superiority,
our ships swarming with sickly death,
our flashing bullets thirsting for blood.
If the people native to this land,
who tended it as a arboreous, continental garden,
were allowed to remain,
Rather than as the scattered splinters
of the last tree standing
in a sacred forest,
burned to the ground
by the unquenchable flames of greed.
how do you feel that your reckless descendants
have polluted The New World
worse than the old?
That they have crushed it beneath
hundreds, thousands, 6.5 million pairs
of heeled boots and polished dress shoes,
stilettos and Nikes,
Toppling the refuge of ancient forests,
Soiling the clear waters with the mud caking their soles,
Massacring the scurrying children of the earth,
and their devoted hunters.
The stripes on the flag of your Child Country,
born of your subjects anger,
are painted red by the blood of the innocent.
Last night as I sat reading on a cold metal stool,
the white and black contrast of the page illuminated by florescent light,
I heard the distant booms of fireworks:
A sound all too similar to the gunshots
that were the merciless anthem of America's founding.
As we gaze up at these resounding explosions of colored light
into the blackened sky
to celebrate our Independence,
Let us not forget the cost of freedom.
We've been told as children what freedom comes with.
Now it's time to repair the damage of our indifference.
Let's name July 5th Responsibility Day,
the counter weight on the gilded scale of Independence.
On this day,
We The People, of The United States of America
that even our great nation is flawed,
and join together
to illuminate the suffocating darkness
with multicolored light.