Independence
Not Really Feeling It
The Fourth, a day we say
Hooray for independence!
Today we pray for rain on
The fourth — rain on a little man’s parade.
We saw the shots of tanks coming in
A dictator’s style of celebration
There’s so little in the actions of this small man
That reflects the greatness of our nation.
The deals he’s made to trade on a name
Made great by sacrifice great and small
A concept foreign to this traitor
Who conspires with foreigners to give away it all.
Yes, we pray for rain, though I’m sure his show
Will go on as planned no matter the weather
He’ll look like the tin-pot dictator he is,
As the world laughs and shakes its head, together.
I’m not laughing I’m contemplating,
Where I’ll go should he steal another
Election and be here on and on,
If that’s the case, I’ll soon be gone.
