Fireworks

It is July 4^th 

I watch the fireworks light up the sky

I see the innocence of children in awe of the sights

I hear the siren song calling to prepare for the fight

I feel the chilling anticipation of what’s to come

I taste the aggression of a teen and his gun

I smell the fear of a childhood gone

The fireworks wake up all my senses

In a way that pictures can’t describe

The youthful magic they used to provide

Now has me looking for a place to hide