Saturday, August 09, 2008

Patriotism

We stand when prompted
Legs numbed and exhausted
Sing as the music blasted
Strain our voices exactly like They wanted
and in our ears
words are still mysteriously unheard
of
not listened to,
meaning
less
as our eyes set upon
the choir of different colours
colours that knew as well as we do
that by the end of each song,
We'll go back to our specified comfort zones
and whisper about one another
unaware as the Mother beneath our feet
turns colder and
colder.