Come
May
and
there’s greeting
in
cloth and color
beret
berating
the
redness of defiance
defined
and ill-defined;
come
May
there’s
flag and slogan
regurgitation
and coinage
replaying
of old themes
and
words that seem new;
come
May
and
there’s redness
rising
above man and market
flying
over rally and march
as
predictable
but
ever so fresh
newer
than other seasons
of
protest and ritual
thankfully.
[Inspired by the photography of Ravindra Dharmatilleka]
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