by Carmen Henesy

Created on: August 25, 2010

Aftermath

The streets are filled with litter,

Sulphurous smells scent the air,

The aftermath of revelry,

Gave some of us a scare.

Children handling fireworks,

Amateurs, at best,

No adults to supervise them, 

I think you know the rest!

We heard the squeal of laughter,

Then firecracker blast,

The lot exploded in his hand,

Which now is in a cast.

A 4th of July celebration,

Is sad at a new day's dawn,

A lesson  painfully learned,

A youngster's finger is gone.

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