Christian Lacdael

(Bury St. Edmunds, England)

4th July Independence day


With new guards for security,
To oust king George's lunacy,
Faith of the greatest purity,
Makes liberty a legacy,
A belief one can own their fate,
Has the power to captivate,
Dreams of an independent state,
Prept for others to imitate,
Words worth that of any royal,
Proclaim all men are equal,
Ideals to which to be loyal,
Are to England's rule a sequel,
The past seems but precursory,
To a day that spurs pride and glee,
An annual anniversary,
For those in the land of the free.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 07, 2011
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  • Bri Edwards (2/10/2013 9:50:00 PM)

    do any brits celebrate the day with us (U.S.) ? i guess you guys and dolls still have some land outside of your island nation. (Report) Reply

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