The Independence Day,
The independent night—
The ceremonial part
Smoothly alternates
With a long njght party. . .
The hung-over morn,
The withdrawal syndrome,
The eighteen trillion bucks
Hovered over us—
Our free-fall flight
Until the next bout.
Don’t you think
It’s too high tuition
For the patched up statecraft?
Do you believe it or not
When the wisdom states
That in accordance with
The natural course of events
There’s a limit to everything
In the entire world we are
Held up independently? . .
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