The Force of the Fourth
The toddler pranced around
like an agile monkey,
waving at his parents.
The evening sky lit up
with wondrous fireworks,
witnessed by shrieking patriots.
At last he had his house
to himself, where he could
play, with none to stop him.
Lost in his own world,
playing with his red ball,
the parade held li’l meaning.
When did the joyous squeals
turn to fearful screams
and then a deathly silence?
The toddler had his wish,
when his parents went to God,
leaving him to play nonstop.
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