Dawn rises on yet another star-spangled birthday.

Freedom soars as torches renew.

Charred dogs and patties on the grill; celebrations underway!

The tableware adorned all red, white, and blue!

The fireworks are readied, so too is the assassin.

There’s nothing more American, then a race against the Glock!

Just a man, with a love for the Second Amendment, a strong-willed passion!

As the party-goers scream and run around the block!

What good is a gun if you can’t use it?

The bullets, masked by the dazzling fireworks boom, reap the dead!

As the bodies pile onto the blood-soaked floor, bit by bit.

The grill is left unattended and the tableware blends with a second hue of red.

Happy Fourth of July, to you and to I!

Another school, another festival, another market, another, another, another.

And the tombstones we cement with a bitterly-anguished goodbye!

A sister, a mother, a father, a brother.

Are but the last tears that sink as Death we defy!

Happy Fourth of July! Look at the fireworks and take cover.

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