Red, White, and You

One Seven Seven Six July Four.

The night before the signing I’m sure hearts beat with excitement. Men with vision contemplate what could be. Limits non-existent yet the weight of making history sit on shoulders. With quill dips and swift pen strokes chains broke… but chains come back to haunt and bring pain upon the countries builders. Too bad they cant get the credit they deserve like reverse subpoenas from visa. Two hundred thirty-nine years later we made progress. Billion dollar businesses but a few still remain jobless. Opportunity is out there for some, less for others. One day maybe instead of unrest I see my neighbor as a brother. Politics can confuse things we all want the same comforts and feed the same hungers and see the same youngers grow up and lead each other through life. Lets hold hands instead of gripping pistols instead of pointing fingers we should all join and sing to the star spangled banner. O say can you breathe? Just checking cause everybody’s life matters. We should all stand with glee in our souls till the grave because this is the land of the free and the home of the brave. We have a long list of great things and another list of problems. Continuously learning and innovating but solutions aren’t always obvious. Truth be told its hard to know what the future holds. One thing’s for sure so never forget. We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for…

July Four One Seven Seven Six. 

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