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Fourth Of July by Belinda Roddie fireworks go boom bottles go clink pinwheels go zoom dry eyes go blink red, white, and blue flags are whipping in the breeze can we make America civil again, please?

Enemies of freedom, I defy you. Money-grabbing tycoons eager to burn journalists at the stake, I defy you. Shadow men who wish to sabotage democracy; narcissists gaining blisters on their fingers from trolling; politicians eager to strip away our flesh from our hungry bones. You may dismantle this country for raw goods, but to the bitter end: I defy you.