Loud Colors

Sorting through the ash
Acrid smoke
And spent cardboard artillery
Of last night’s
Country wide war
City streets blackened
And left in ruin
Somehow
Suitably encapsulating
Our precious freedom
To set the world aflame
Just as Jesus
Surely intended

Like everything else
Stolen and made stupider
This Chinese invention
Washed down
With all the lager
Lips and assholes
Any God fearing glutton
Can stomach
While the rest
Are left to the battlefields
Wondering
How an exploding carnival
Is supposed to represent
The best
Our tribe has to offer