Tuesday, July 5, 2022

Pity The Nation

 

We celebrated the nation’s birthday with a mass shooting this year. How fitting. A young man decided to fire on a 4th of July parade.  The Ferlinghetti poem that follows seems to fog the occasion better than a concert of military marches or a star-spangled troupe of entertainers. Certainly, given the circumstances, fireworks would be inappropriate. 




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