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In honor of the 4th here is a historical poem I wrote last year, see if you can pick out the references and the underlying meaning/tone of this write. See you all at the show tonight at 9pmEDT! Bring your independence and shine with us!!



Root of four

Hopper full of ink, boiling spilling
    Over cracked lip
Quick dip of molted feather, sharpen tine
    Scribbling lined parchment
Curled, repeating rolling, flattened again
    Sign and sign again and again
In the dark night of knotted made cabin
    Hidden safe and away
From capitol hill, beady blinking eyes
Peer from powdered horse hair crowns
    Lips too stern, feigning frowns
Breaking smiles, as bodies sprawl for miles and miles
    North to south, south to north
Atlantic tides, crimson diver, floating coats circling
    England’s moat
Bearing an America coat of arms tattered and torn
    Wooden crosses adorn Indian rows
Casting aside bloated beaked crows
    With mottled eyes seeing heaven skies
Clouds do dance and sun breaks trance
    Eclipse the days leaving rorschach dreams
Blown by clotted lips, thick as finger thin
    Pointing the way for the future of the unborn
A new nation proud and blue, standing behind you
    Hand salute and execute the will
Fighting for rights, a clean bill of health
    Filled pockets of wealth
Lurking in shadowed stealth, framed behind
    A foggy pane for future dreams
Read again and again, just always remember when
    The hopper was full of ink, and quill screeched in night
Hidden away from normal man, who foraged the land
    To feed a silent disease of captured hearts
America is bound, never to break, sign away man made fate
    As daylight breaks.