down in town,

families listened to the independence day concert,

while up on the hill a fiery cross was set ablaze.

it started burning about the time the band finished

the star-spangled banner.

only a lunatic

would ignore the dry conditions,

or the fact that a crackling fire

could spread so easily out of control.

or perhaps it was the work of children

stirred by griffith’s birth of a nation,

that racist rubbish,

which will not fade away.