Gut Lights

4th Of July Poem That Shows The Light

Lying in darkness

Waiting for the light

I sit in a box

Not knowing my fate

But I wait and wait

Eager for something more

Than a cardboard box

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Surrounded by all my brothers

And sisters alike

Though we are all different on the inside

We laugh and enjoy our time

For it is short

Just like the light

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We have been brought

From the dark

And lined up

All in a row

They speak of fire

And ways of letting us go

I have some hope

Until they begin the show

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It starts late at night

I hear their screams

As they fly oh so high

And paint the sky

The colors of my brothers

Screech, bang, and wail

Crackling as they die

More and more as they go down the line

All of them flying

None of them surviving

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Their guts giving light

Only for a moment

Until all hope is gone

My time soon comes

I hope it does not hurt

To be burned alive

I’m not quite sure

I’ve only lived a short time

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I had one purpose

To give them a show

By spewing my guts

And showing my colors

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I had hope for something more

But they used me once

Until we were broken and unsure

We showed them our guts

They cheer at our deaths

Not knowing

Not caring

We bleed the same

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The show goes on

Making us a form of entertainment

We cannot enjoy

Our lives were lost

We were only their toys

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Now we know they never wanted us

For more than a moment

That moment will be served

My brothers burn

My sisters exploed

We all fade with the smoke

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