Independence  

The wind chimes spoke freedom to me  
more than fireworks ever could.  
The breeze, you see, was liberty  
and detonations are no good.  
 
I understand the sacrifice  
and the warrior spirit need  
since compromise will not suffice  
to stop the hateful and their greed.  
 
And though the embers also spoke  
about the movement in the air  
they said as much about the folk  
in exploitation everywhere.  
 
Then south by southeast, each burst flew,  
after every exhausted blast,  
like a voice, exhaled anew...  
hoping our liberty will last.