Oh, taste the sweet victory
Drink from the goblet of success
A hardy bite of what you’ve longed for at last
Free like jumping Pop Rocks on a red, healthy tongue

A strong reassuring handshake
Sturdy cotton flags, hand sewn by withered fingers
It took a lifetime of struggle to lift such a mass,
But forever will it now be elevated

Stern and unforgiving smiling eyes
A nod in recognition
Uncultured and untainted land
Orchards of organic freshness

The smell of new ink in a well, deep enough to last a lifetime
Fresh, chilling water sprinting in a stream
Dirty people, for they are too busy reconstructing to clean
Encouraging maple trees, bursting with color, like fireworks


Shouts of protests
Screams of fear
Yelps of joy
Freedom is here