Parade

In spirit of the 4th I decided to write a poem about "the state of things" in the US

It was the sun that made it ugly
When the streets were proud today
And the wind was growing restless
The seeds had blown away

It’s something beyond the needles
And it’s something beyond the string
There’s something to do with nothing
You won’t feel but a sting

It was the crowd that made me bitter
When the faces were turned away
And the spirit was growing restless
For the child sent away