Indy near Indy


Rejoice!
The bombs that burst
do not do so
in vengeance
but so much as in love
They collide with hope
they destroy in joy

what a paradox

Rejoice!
The arrows that fly
do not do so
in recrimination
but so much as in peace
They pierce with joy
they kill with a smile.

what a paradox

Rejoice!
Rejoice!

I hate this holiday sometimes
I look forwards to it as well

what a paradox

let us celebrate freedom
not war

Rejoice!


Copyright 2003 by pauly hart