Independence Day Sonnet

Dear Uncle, you try to infect me with rage,
honestly I hope I never reach that stage,
it can't be healthy at any age;
just as you shrug me off as naive,
I can see you're not so sage.

Despite the things we both believe,
(I cling to hope, you live in fear
and nostalgia for yesteryear)
I suspect we both agree
there's danger in complacency:
revolution's never won,
freedom's never free!
Liberty plays host to Tyranny,
our common goal to cure that phage.