I will not celebrate the Fourth.
Today the day is little worth.
I take the knee with those who kneel.
Old Glory (which we call the flag)
Becomes a soiled and tattered rag,
An emblem of designs unreal.
America is little worth
Which had such a propitious birth
(Except for slaves and native sons),
So jettison the Fourth herewith
That does not serve to prop a myth,
Replace it with Juneteenth at once.