Independence Day 2020.

 

This heart is still tricoloured, as always

but it does flutter at half-mast these days.

Whatever may be raised – in stone, in brick,

in pride, revenge, tit for tat politics –

in time all will be levelled. Nothing stays.

 

Neither your chair, nor my personal grief,

not these elaborate cons, these strange motifs,

the deluge of tinsel and marigold

the optics, the updates tightly controlled,

will ultimately fade. Our time is brief.

 

As uncertain as it is – who’ll outlast

whether you,  I, or the heart at half-mast -

it’s quite clear this pseudo justice can’t stick

mills have an odd habit of being cyclic

and fates are fickle, hardly ever steadfast. 

Greetings on Independence Day to all those who are observing it this month. Not sure about using the word 'celebrating' with all the various on-going challenges.