Another Fourth

 

There is a place of myth in history

Tells how this America once used to be

Recounts how men were brave and free

And how the waters sparkled then

Between the shining seas

 

How I long to find again

That mystic Avalon,

That happy carefree Camelot

Now sunk beneath the years,

Withdrawn beyond a memory’s edge

 

I was my brother’s keeper then

Or so the common wisdom said;

My duty to provide for him

Necessities of life

Not cheat, nor rob, nor leave in quiet despair

 

Stop. Today remember for a moment

Bright hope enshrined within

Justice, hope, life, liberty for all

Guarded by a constitution’s gate.

Wake truth’s integrity from sleep