Independance Glee Poem by Dead Beat Poet

We celebrate with glee,
yet another won war.
Will it end endlessly,
the need to abhor?

Thousands lay dead,
forgotten just like us.
To them we all belong,
on the same big bus.

The only thing that changed,
was the look of our money.
Who we pay our taxes to,
so much it's not funny.

We celebrate independence,
though don't know its meaning.
The holiday is ironically needed,
never realizing it's demeaning.

Instead of giving us freedom,
they give us the whole day off.
I decided for myself long ago,
that just simply wasn't enough.

Freedom is losing track of the days,
because you've walked the walk.
The illusion of freedom is a 401K,
from someone who talked the talk.

The really good news is finally here,
information has come in last.
The key to being the you you want,
is learning to see but let go of the past.